Sunset window, books at the lake,
Heart-scattered dream like the naked thruth
falling flake from the sky,
landing exactly
on the soul of some brokenhearted.
Morning like the beginning
when you can think you can do anything,
but something so simple,
—the lack of coffe—
destabilizes the universe i live as a whole.
Where are your strength in the night?
Where are in the day?
It's ok if you try to fight,
the problems starts when you think you can win
Somehow.
Falling dream
doesn't know how to fly
it never learned,
never think about the needing of doing so
until today
It really don't care?
Questions in the morning
like chasing some white rabbit's tail,
your heart its the only thing
that belongs to you, still
don't be afraid, you will not fail...
Trust me, I'm Yourself...