I'm too busy to be fine 

I talk with the silent 

Make friend with the night
Maybe outside has a scent
I hope someday to see it
Will it payback to work
Work hard and never forget
Who I was at the beginning
The dreams are my sunset

I'm afraid to open this door
To go back and see I gave up
When I don't give a fuck
The time is my mirror
I let stuff messing my head
Trapped a lack ahead
Papers fly in my stead
Could I ever be fine ?

If I sleep this night
I'd know how's do tomorrow
Guilty and the failure
The game is over
I can't get over !

The desire is too strong
And the promise so far
Just one time I'll try :

Write

It's been so long
To grab a pen
Writing about pain !
Writing about

Write