Every Day

i'm looking now where i have been

i try to see where i will go

this are two ways shrouded in fog

what is my existence's sense?

every day i'm wondering, will there be a change?

every hour, a loss of power - every day

every day i'm wondering, will something new begin

time is flying, minutes dying - every dayunsure of my heart, unsure of myself

wondering silently of what could be

i ask you now: is this life?

meaningless, a senseless, useless wayshattered nerves, but here i stay, every day

i will move on, the journey never ends