Melancholy

These endless days are al the same.
Nothing around is never changing:
Same boring faces and same landscapes;
Even the clouds in the sky ain't chasing.
Even the sunlight can't cheer me up.
It's gone so far; ain't left a sign.
If the whole world has turned to this
I gottat say this world's not mine.
My world had always been so bright;
There in the morning I loved to wake up.
It was a marvel, a splendid dream
Where I was smiling when look around.
It was my genuine feeling of joy…
Now it's melancholy; it owns my soul.
Granting sincere sorrow and sadness
'Cause I will never return to my world.
Not for a day, even not for a moment:
The road to there ain't distance; it's time.
Sadly, but time cannot be reversed,
This isn't going to be "just fine".
So, what for I hope? What for I dream?
This isn't real, I know it! I know.
What is the difference of who I am
If I'm not supposed to be here at all?

September 4 2015