Something I had to write

Standing on a cross road

I don’t know which way to go

To live my fantasies or to live my life

It is the answer for a question I couldn’t find

Time passed by me without saying goodbye

Is it true or it is just another lie

To love and to be loved is it real

Or it is just a story for sleepy dreams

I’m I fading away like a candle in a rainy day

Or like a picture from faraway

Void is the road to my hopes

Like Broken trees in winter storm

Did I sacrificed my life in vain

Or I’m I too selfish to be blamed

Am I real or just an empty frame on the wall

Or the secret eye on some body’s door

Hallowed cold nights I spent alone

Waiting for hope to awaken my soul

Being drift away from reality

And all that remains is some theories

And Unjustified practicality

Which lacks certainty and harmony

I can’t see the road From where I stand

Did I left my feet or they left me

Talking to it maybe it could understand

Since beings replaced their minds with sand

Fragments of memories all I have left

Which I feed on them when I’m hungry

Think of them when I’m angry

And play with them when they need me

I’m I insane or reality just passed away

In a grave of time where even the light strays from night

I take look around and all I see cognition cleansing

embryos children adults and elders are clinging

On some ideas of perfection