Poetry

 I guess my time is just buying more tears From the heavens to earth To sing things along and encounter Things that are worth mining  To build something meaningful My heart can be really full of things? Should I just drop everything to the ground? Am I able to build meaning? Everything is just waiting for the perfect time What will I find on my last breath? Who will be there to receive me? My saudades? Mystery... Like everything else around me I am just looking for meaning To my existence. Is there one? I hope so... Even though I know I will be forgotten like most of humans. So I write my constant suffering for humanity In hopes, to live forever somehow, Through my words. There is some light in all this darkness I will cherish each moment while I can.