I wake up and check my phone

Nothing, so I step into this world so cold

Clean myself from the rust and dust I’ve gathered

And assess this modern hazard.

Take a shower and start to ponder

“Why am I always waiting for a wonder?”

Put in my contacts so I can finally see

Let down number 1, this world is more ugly than it’s supposed to be

But maybe it’s just me.

I put on my mask and go outside

Searching for people with nothing to hide

I can’t find any, it’s all shadows and veils

I can’t figure out what is real.

The storm of change is with me

But pushing others back

I realize this isn’t a sunrise

It’s a sunset.

So I wander around enjoying dusk

Until darkness devours the last light, showing its tusk

I start to struggle with the storm but suddenly I see

Is that a woman in front of me?

I notice rain pounding on her mask, tearing it apart

Only to find another, this shit is going too far.

The wind is toying with her veil, I can’t help but to look

Did I get a glimpse of a book?

Imagination is dangerous. It lets you down or drown.

But only when reality comes, to frown

To frown upon your ideas so utopian.

“Get back to reality boy, you’re moping.”

I realize it’s not a book of fantasies, but a face etched with broken dreams.

I, of all people, should know what that means.

But how can you take my breath away with your mouth shut?

I guess beauty explains itself; words are not a must.

This all happened in a moment; she’s already gone.

I think about what I could have said, about everything I could have done.

But I realize it’s futile.

So I move on.

I satisfy my hunger with poison

To numb the pain of my torn-up heart

They say time heals everything

But I only seem to get more scars.

I’m swallowing my white lies

That were meant to make myself feel right

I’m starting to get full

But I’m far from satisfied.