oddities, thoughts and lucid dreams

There is only one thing I cannot have But this time I won’t tell. It makes me bad, it makes me unbalanced. The force of the lonely morning At least I’m not asleep, if I were, A dream with real connotations will appear And even though I woke up, I would still be having this eternal feeling of emptiness. Of things I cannot reach. The impossibility of feeling good two days in a row Time here, time takes so long. Time should need to end, as well as there shouldn’t be a next number. The immensity of this deep depression, Is what keeps me going on There shouldn’t be fake smiles, there should only be love But truth is, hates takes over every day, In the confined spaces of my being There is a burning hope that refuses to kill itself And we can paint the future black And we can put a red flag at our door At the end nothing seems to help but those. And there’s no need for that flag anymore Because no one is knocking on my door So why should I care, if there is nothing left to do.