To at the end

This is how it goes...
No matter what...
The breathing...
Dreams are caught in these word...
To be behiden at this moment...
Maybe immortal

Modern sight of working

Things look the same...
Hammering the same nails...
Waking from the same stained floor...
Knowing every move yesterday...
the feelings are not seen...
The face always smiles...
with a passive grin...
Is this how it plays out...
Always ending the day, as a last summers night...
Sweating like sin...
When there was no crime...
Vice was giving defintion with sin...
Just for the change...

work of life

how it sounds...
is giving up on expectations...
standing up from the night...
working in the world...
working on the heart...
everything is a battle...
and the only war is for sanity...
parting from the expectations...
gives the chance to meet potential...
no more sacrifices to worry...