I can't do anything fun
I can't dance
I can't sing
I can't even write poems
only work work
till your head will BOOM
for a better day
I'm waiting for
for a better day
I'm waiting for the sun
I'm just keeping on the hope
wait until I will catch the surviving rope
sorry for the gloom I'm putting on
but you are just like me
waiting for a better day
to have fun on
YOU ARE READING
Beyond The World.
PoesíaBeyond the noise of the world there's a stairway leading to the basement of a fantastic world.
