Harsh Times

I drank so much,

not just to forget,

but to not care,

for where am I,

for what it’s this me.

I drank more than enough,

I believed,

I was happy,

for some seconds.

Wish I, will be,

able to be,

the same alive,

when in front of my duty.

These are harsh times,

I want some company,

that it’s nowhere,

to be seen, now.

What a destiny, mine,

to go around dreaming,

dreaming of a freerer me,

while looking out of a cage,

that I myself built,

and that I still have the key to open.

Harsh times,

take me to sleep.