I remember the days when I was free
and I hardly manage to see
how time passes
and freedom goes out easily
I used to be a happy man
with no worries or complications
but now I entered in this location and
I find myself without expressions
All of this started when I knew
that the sky is not blue
that all that we see
and all that we touch is not true
So I ask myself, why should I live in a world were everything is a fake?
And the only answer I get, is that this fake is my life
and no matter if it is real, I have to live it
17 febrero, 2010
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