Dreamless

remember the time when you had dreams 
when you believed you could be something 
when you could fly into the sky 
spreading your wings, 
aspirations soaring wildfire
the time when you could be anything 
and these days when they ask me 
what do you wannabe 
i am lost 
thinking hard of what my answers shouldn't or should be 
priority to what other's think, their wishes 
denying my own dreams 
is being ideal suffering under the load of expectations?
the rage of living keeps on ruling onto me 

the times when i sued to dream
when life was equal to easy 
today i feel distress 
and a dark hole 
where somewhere my passions used to beat 
my obsessions, my crazy fucking obsessions
swallowed my hunger and subtly 

flawed, a dark hole
where it used to beat 
and now 1, 2, 3 
all is DEAD