Dust

Dreams become,

People become,

The promises become,

Life always gets ...

Dust.

It has never been easy to live the life in which I was born

Because when I arrived, the circus was armed

The only thing I had to do was accept to live like that, as if I saw nothing ...

But I never got it

I was never anything that people wanted me to be

I never let myself turn to dust ...

I have a war in my head

An overpopulation in my heart

And a need for something in my body that I do not know what is ...

I always wanted to be free and the only time I came close to being, I saw everything around me become dust.

But I don't.

I was born to stand

even if it means being the only one left ...

I admit that stay long in the same place always bothered me

Maybe it's because I know that at some point everything becomes dust

And I hate having to stand to see the destruction ...

I hate this lonely life

But I prefer to be lonely than turn to dust.