Over me

I feel my hearth weakened,

like if no reward,

on what am I living,

on what am I working for.

A smile on someones face,

a look outside of me,

a dream, nothing more,

is what I thrive for.

And even if time pass,

with success, or lost,

I feel numb in me,

watching pass by,

the time,

the desire,

the beauty behind the eye,

all memories,

that seems far from me.

Where my world went,

I don't know,

I let it fall,

to rebuild it once more.

These are harsh times,

I do know,

I have to be strong,

keeping me attached,

to my goal.