Damned I am

How do I expect,

to be many times better more,

if of the today I gather,

and leave down all.

Misery of the today,

desire of rest,

in the time of chaos,

the worst mistake.

There is no time to wait,

as time pass,

and what could be done now,

is not what can be done later,

as none say what can be done,

in hours, days, years,

or even more,

as sunset pass on,

and with them what's real.

Damned I am,

of knowing the line,

nearly invisible in the sun,

but uncapable,

or better, unwilling,

to follow trought.