I can't find the time
for my beloved ones though
I want to give
them so much.
I get caught in the arduous
pursuit of life.
I devour time way too fast.
Too many thoughts
whirl in my head.
Even love disappear
crushed by tons of waste.
Will it perish?
Hopefully nor or I'll perish along.
I'm caught in the trap
of the everyday.
I have no more strength
to brake out of it.
I'm waiting for the helpful
hand I'll manage not to hurt.