Myself


I'm the rag which is still dreaming
One more day and I'm blowing it again
Even these emotions I want to shred
But as far as I'm idealizing, there is nothing more for me
Then I can only move forward to see the tomorrow

I've been trying to change
And restrain myself from my anger as well
I don't want to crumble the beauty of your memories
But even so I'm not able to understand it
Not even a bit from all this and its meaning
My visions, the myriad of this world
I've been born to end your misery

The coming of age made me wiser
But even so there is a numbness always growing
I'm becoming colder with time
Shaking my body over to feel something
I don't feel that much, my palette is grey
I'm living life by only one mirage

I'm the rug which is still staring at the sky
One more day and I'm throwing it again
Even these emotions I want to scatter
But as far as I'm foreseeing, there is no sign of hope for me
Then I can only breathe to see the tomorrow

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