Money? It Just Died Of Hungry! Poem by Andrew Thiago

I really want to say that i'm expecting,
The end of the shift with happiness on my face,
Even though bad understanding won't please anyone,
even if the words don't come out to me the same way.
I just can't do it,
Because right at this moment,
I cannot live another moments of my life.
I changed the quarter for a dime,
as the synonym of happiness,
Is not what you have in your mind.
The abyss is always close,
As i already broken the fragile wall of the illusion,
that controls everything!
So, after it,
Life became even more momentaneous,
like the passing of a train.
It's dangerous, fragile, thin.
And just like the storm within,
the end is imminent,
it can break and go deep,
like a endless bad dream.