what am i doin

what am i doin;

could i make another

day without this feeling

so close, so afraid, must hide. . .

here i am,

the shadows of a memory i can't

find.

yet somehow tomorrow always comes, this from me to you.

somethings that are loved so much

can disappear as quietly as a mouse and then you wonder?

whatever happen to you.

the world got so big and out of control

the sreaming madmen running lose in out concret jungle.

whatever happen to you.

the nights seem empty and long.

full of starlite and something unknown.

forever in a fleeting thought.

end by hope.

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