Look at me!

Senseless,
every single day seems endless.
Though the sky ain't gray, it's raining.
I wonder if my breakfast is ready.
♫
It's ready
to fill the remaining parts of my feelings,
I was rising up but I found a ceiling...
Outside it keeps on raining.
♪
A hopeless?
That's what people like to call them,
even if now it made sense
I must say that I am outside
and I am still dry.
I'll say that I am outside
and I'm going to fly.
☻
Again,
this is my very last chance again.
The one I got with happy pain.
The one I never really obtained.
The one which I fought for and went insane.
The one I'll use as my new first name.
☺
Who are you?
You are way too good to be true...
won't be the last one to call me a fool
'cause I am outside,
but I'll keep myself dry.
and I won't even need to try
'cause I'll be just fine.

Fran Zama
Promise you'll be :)