These people, all these people...
Who are they ?
Sometimes they are overwhelming
Sometimes they don't even exist
They walk away like nothing
And then remember about me.
They fill my heart with worries
Not knowing how they are and feel
It's like trying to take care of children
Who don't and can't take care of me.
Who can go on weeks not asking
If air I'm still able to breath
If my soul is still intact
After all the strikes they give .
They're like the ocean's waves at times
Some when they come they bring a smile,
But other times they knock me down,
And steal me with the tide,
They drown me at the sea ,
They leave and come again
And I can't help not wondering
If they will strike again.
