domingo, 5 de junho de 2016

Poema 08

I've never had much hope
All I know was that I had to try
And whenever I look at this world
It makes me so sick I wanna cry
I keep telling myself
I should be the revolution
But these days feel like hell
Almost like there's no solution
We can't close our eyes
Yet I'm fragile to deal
How can I handle the demons inside, 
And still fight the big wheel?

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