Just failure and drowning at the end of the day
I write strange poems to wake up at night
No one will read this poem
This is just a witness to my defeated life.
And how many times fight with yourself
And how many ways will I be crushed?
Our story has no meaning
An unwanted meaningless noise.
Waking up many nights, thinking a lot
And the fight to stand up once more
Many unknown questions remain to be answered,
I agree to fight more as long as I live.