Daydreaming decadence
After the fourth bus, too drunk to drive
Trying to solve everything and nothing at once, waiting for no one
Still with so much left to do, yet sitting
Praying, without knowing to whom
The feeling of crossing the Atlantic
While slow-burning at the sound of a sad trumpet
The low tide washes all Illusions, hallucinations
But it brings more than that, heaviness
Whispers tell lies most of the time
Condemning to all who could hear to oblivion
To keep faking and expiring true feelings
Placing white dust on dry flesh, covering what?
Astonished, tired, killing time
Daydreaming about parallel realities
Unresolved puzzles, with a tragic novel
Caffeine and procrastination are best friends.
Perhaps today I am not feeling too positive and enthusiastic about tomorrow, or my inner dreamer is dormant, but the truth is that I wrote this between yesterday and today in my free time. I guess that I try to get rid of some struggles in my mind, also mixed with random images that are recurrent in my process of thinking, married with sorrow and disappointment maybe.
But on the bright side, I am really ok, trying to be productive, happy, and working on the factors that frustrate me a little sometimes.
Thank you if you took the time to stop by, I appreciate it. Be well!
César.
