I can’t feel the wind blows

Can’t fell also as my happiness grows

I don’t know if I can do this

I don’t know if it’s bliss

Depression is there, it’s everywhere

Like an epidemicity in the spotlight of glare

Through this world, I will be fragile and pale

Cannot move my hand like a numbed snail, feeling like a fail

Unequal world full of sadness, wars, and cruelty

I am hungry of something, also tired as well as thirsty 

Published by Dave Sameon