We show off
hoping that somebody
is watching our follies.
A God, maybe, or a Devil,
or anyone else.
Someone weighing our sins
and allotting sweet rewards
and bitter punishments
for merits and failures
we can't comprehend.
But we have grown up
and nobody gives a damn.
Not really.
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Stan Sýkora, Arese 1997
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