May be, I will be ok

Stuck….in my woven tale

Sleeping with a broken clock

I try to guard my open book

Crushed….under a heavy chest

Struggling to keep my breath

I try to find myself again


I am playing with the cards in the deck

I know I am not alone in this pack

Running from reality, thinking I will be ok


Caught…. In the chilling breeze

I stand on a bended knee

To just see the world anew

Blind…. In the streets at night

I searched for the signs of light

Hoping to cast a shadow of your sight


I am running against the wind

I am leaving another day behind

Just to avoid it from stealing all my time


I am clinging to the rope

I am hanging onto hope

May be, I will be ok