Where is it we rile to arrive
for the rays to be a little warmer
and the air a little light
of the misery we all breathe?
How do we wish to cherish
the voices that excite us
and the noise that never lets us sleep?
What does the eyes hope for
in the regrets that they hold
and anxiety that we could never let go?
Who is it that smiles
for a collage of lies and betrayal,
knowing what awaits in a moment
where you stop dreaming
and start accepting reality
for the tragedy we’ve become?
Because you know, the stars shine a little less bright
everytime we feel disgust for ourselves,
and everytime we fail to express,
the night is another nightmare
we face with wide open eyes.
And that’s a normal tale,
something we tell to the future us,
of pain that’s always transient
and meanings that never falter
to show how pulsating and period
the fluctuations could be.
We run behind a happiness we hope to achieve,
but never look back to grasp what we already had,
we cry for an attention we always had,
but not for the reasons we chose to share.
For you see, there’s never an end to misery,
but only a desire to live beyond,
to find something to feel more,
realize better
and wish for a smile
where you could be honest and true.
We wish for a place
we don’t search for sympathy
anymore.