THE SHADOW OF THIS DREAM...

THE SHADOW OF THIS DREAM...

The shadow of this dream, even elusive
Transcends as I could and not to follow
Life becomes such sameness
I realize that when I die,
The wind brings only solace
And I know of disaffection, vague nonsense
Paddling against the fury that is heard
The night where I go flashier.
The term demonstrating that still has
Despite living hearty contempt
Love and be happy? Mere illusion.
Shroud I like this uniform
Death does not actually slows
And brings the highest accuracy.

MARCOS LOURES