ATTEMPTING TO BE HAPPY
Every morning I and fight
Trying to be happy, do what?
Just waiting for you,
I feel that this desire fades.
If a new dawn; clearer, crave,
My blank stare sees nothing.
Even still believes in hope.
The gray sky stole your tile.
Taking a walk unsuccessful,
I try in vain, and I get tired.
I wish if I had some backwater
Repeated image: the same thing.
A joy, sometimes, but random
At least the illusion is still free...
MARCOS LOURES
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