The reminder of the day that went by, without the feeling of live as it is.
The constant changing of the world, without seeing the sun rise.
The every second of a moment, past by of the hour, that give me all the time.
The time that seems to slip away, with the thought of falling for the emotions.
The feeling to run even when you are where you thought you were to be.
The endless stream of misery, because reality is a flow we can’t control.
The misunderstanding of being who we are to what we supposed to be.
The cost of the bravery we aren’t willing to take, because we simple want to be.
Here to the fearing loop of society! For the invisible number of repeating words that aren’t heard. Nothing new to us, but the way we see tomorrow and are today.
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