sábado, 7 de julho de 2012

Deletable ideal future

Sometimes I wonder if I could erase the ideal future.
It follows me around with the idea that I won't make it, that I will fail.

I have no time .
No time to do all I want.
No time to feel all I want.
No time to meet all of them,
To love all of it.

My foolish heart runs towards death every day.

All those dreams,
Those plans.
They take away from me the present,
Make me forget about the past
And only dream about the future.

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