Another day...
comes by...
The same ritual...
Same habits done...
Another day...
goes by...
Still nothing...
still dreaming...
Another day...
one more for me...
But I'm still here...
Doing things unclear...
Why do I do this?
How about that?
Why don't I feel this?
Same is true with that?
Questions today...
up until tomorrow...
queries until forever...
But answers? ? never...
So another day...
will pass by...
And I'm still here...
Still waiting...
For something...
For someone...
to unlock my mind...
to unblind my eyes...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Isn't it so boring sometimes that every day feels the same... haha... Nice write..