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 ...