INSPIRATIONAL TIME

I write about the life step by step.

I understand the world little by little.

I see myself alone… I’m always single

And I don’t know how I can be happy.

I describe love everyday side by side

With falsehood reigning hour by hour…

I’m wet with sweat… I need a towel

To wipe away the sadness of my mind.

Happiness I draw it quietly point to point,

However it seems that slowly I’m going

Navigate in the icy waters of imagination…

Suffering closes the doors of any hope,

So I know that at the tip of the old nose

Lives the boredom… Or is this inspiration?

By Ivan de Oliveira Melo