not sure anymore,
if i care enough, or care too much?
the subtle hints, appearing in the dreams,
poems with big words,
what is the point, if they deceive?
pretending, everything is a war
on the inside.
holding on, almost letting go.
because tomorrow is another day,
then another and another.
the snooze won’t do you good
because after all, you gotta wake up and put on the makeup
even if you feel made up.