I’m easily affected with sadness.
It gets inside me like a fluid.
It enters my soul without my permission.
And it even stayed for awhile
I’m not sure what’s the reason
but I know exactly what it meant
that as of now I’m powerless
motivated, determined but real as af powerless
my mind is so strong my heart is getting weak
my hopes and dreams stated unclearly
my path blurred with all the lies
I hear, I see and I feel
I’m mad with weakness for being here
I’m unsatisfied with fate
maybe because I don’t believe
in being independent with no one
powerful realizing I’m weak inside and out
pride or not
needless of words
Just look into my eyes
and take a wander to my eagerness
this weakness is no place
as big as my aspirations be
This season must end
This season must end.