My Madness

In my madness

I keep looking at the days ... How will it be tomorrow? The days are similar ... Almost equal in their sadness ... Similar in their tears and worries ... I don't even know what I would want ... Loves have died like rivers that have dried up ...

Dreams flew awaylike frightened birds ...

I try and I can't ... Maybe it was better Put on the old fantasy And make a new carnival ... Or still sleep And never wake up ...