The life works in cycles

We do stuff every time

We repeat too much dreaming about moving on

We are little pieces

From a machine

Built to spin around

In endless circles

Something

Keeps us alive

From time to time

Forget something to remember

As a way to disintegrate

What do you think about

The colors of these clothes?

Did it change your life or

Is it a waste of time?

What do you think about

Do something that matters?

Like laying until midnight

Or until the sun rise?