Been around this world so many times
If you could only see my mind
I watch my secret heaven turn to hell

Faith alone has guided me
The ghost of my own destiny
I haven't even got a soul to sell

All the thing I put me through
I wouldn't wish my hell on you
You'll never know what's going on inside

Just another lonely broken mirror
Picking up the pieces of my mind
Running out of faith and hope and reason
I'm running out of time
Running out of time

Trouble always seems find
A way to live inside my mind
My haunted head and me remain alone
Underneath my masqerade
A simple man who's so afraid
I try to find a light to guide me home

......

Fighting for my sanity
Many nights of tragedy
Got to leave my wretched ways behind

Just another lonely broken mirror...

(Ozzy Osbourne, "Running out of time")

Слушаю Оззика, дорисовываю свой коллаж по поэтической лавкрафтиане, и думаю за жизнь. Вернее, мечтаю. Оззиковское творчество вдохновляет. Пойти что ли копать биографию этой замечательной личности? Набраться что ли мужества и переслушать все творчество Блэк Саббат с самого начала? Печаль моя светла. А эта песня вдохновляет, как и пять,и, наверное, восемь лет назад (альбом 2000 года). "Your higher power may be God or Jesus Crist, it doesn't really matter much to me; Without each others help there ain't no hope for us, I'm living in a dream, a fantasy..."

Вспоминаются последние военно-политические события, ну и хрен с ними. Что лично я могу сделать?

You've got to tell me it's over now
I'm trapped inside of a dream
The crushing weight on my shoulders now
Is bearing down and it seems
There's just no easy way out
No easy way out

So just ran, ran as fast as you can