What I do for love

the dreamer

filled with angst, filled with dispair

how to live, how to care

still so young, still so alive

still so strong, sill she tries

still she fights, still she yields

she has come to learn

how to cope, how to find a bit of hope

will the dark of night not end

will the break of day decend

some days I think

some days I dream

some days I want to believe

some days I am just fooled

thinking that I saw a star

and then some days I find

the light inside, the peace of mind.

how to put into words?

I have lost my ambition to write

my ambition to hope, my ambition to try.

I continue to go through-the motions that-I must do-

left inside my soul fading away,

I am forgetting, every day,

will someone save me, will someone see?

this pure absence of opportunity

you can’t win