Illusion

My racionality can't comprehend

ain't no sense for this sorrow.

Why can't I forget what didn't even hapenned?

It's like missing my tomorrow

How can i miss you,

if we don't even know each other?

Except the really worse we show

forgive my reckless and don't bother

People would say it's too late

i rather think it's too soon,

and my tomorrow is holding you.

Like this needs to mature itself

to reach it's full potential

Therefore,here I am

maturing a dream I have;

constantly,unvoluntarily,

Cuz i never had any control on it

Trying not to interfere on it;

Though it hurts,it saddens

I just keep thinking on it

no matter what happens

Missing a future;

that probably will never come

and no more can be done

SS