Today I may be here,
Tomorrow I may be there,
The time pass fast and crazy;
And nothing seems to dwell.
The people all around me,
Seem that they reach the sky,
And others like strangers;
They’re playing with my mind.
Is this a mere illusion?
Or a vibe of my own?
I feel trapped as I’m walking;
Seems that I am alone.
Sometimes the clouds are showing,
And other days the sun,
Some days I may be happy;
At night gloomy and sad.
Is this a mere illusion?
Or a vibe of my own?
Walter Daniel Tomeo
June 2022
