MEANINGLESS

MEANINGLESS

Immersed in ways more fortunate
The days we spent together with you
Speaking of this dream that I lived,
Moments often pleasurable,
But my ways are capricious
And everything had finally lost,
And nothing that would keep here
My eyes follow torn and tattered,
Eagerly I hope another chance,
But nothing that I love so much scope
Step meaningless, direction and connection,
Love became absent and thus,
How could the said order,
The fact of living, hard and complex ...

MARCOS LOURES