I guess i have always been in this kinda agony.

Forcing the bushed soul to entertain the start of another hectic day,
disguising the cheerless emotion that lingers every now and then.
And to mask that weary face under those make-up, with a touch of grins here and there.

I wish i could travel around, with a bag of chocolates, mineral water and camera on my hands.
I wish i could greet the day with warm sunshine and wake up only when rests have become enough.

I wish i could just turn my body, smell and feel you, to know you've always been there.


I wish life could be a littlebit more just,
and that a break could be somewhere near.