I live and
live and still no purpose…
I’m almost
on my thirties and I still don’t know who I am
I drink and drink
trying to find a reason…
I am close
to the empty glass and still no answers
I smoke and
smoke trying to see some sign on the smoke…
My cigarette
is burnt out and still no signals…
I write and
write but I can’t find the right words…
I’ m close
to my masterpiece and still it slips through my fingers…
I think and
think and still no ideas…
I guess I just lost my mind…
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