when will the sense that gives what you want when you wonder if it can change something, because right now I 'm waiting to see what will happen , at the moment I am silent , I know it can something happen , but it is not sure , it depends on something I do not know , life is mysterious, it moves forward, always forward, not knowing where to go, I want a way to know where I am , it goes near a building , I look in my memory if it reminds me of something, but now I'm stuck in the emotion is too great, I pass by , I go through here , it's crazy I 'm alive , it starts like this and then sad , it can not go well , yet it is an attempt , but it is doomed to fail because it can be done is inaccessible, it is very old , it does not change , this is a confusing reality , I thought , but it's too late , there was nothing we could do , fate draws a cross, it is now because the passion is out there nothing left before everything is left in the dark, most likely , more hope , what counts is a body waiting , but now it is strong in tea, some soft of dead legs , a heart in pain, with a breath , eyes into space , life goes on tiptoe , and I what to do, what to think, what to say, it's way is above, it depends , it's me, a little, a lot , passionately , without stopping , no time , mortal life , choose , take , make , but especially not decide anything , wait until it falls because I am me, it can not go further, what I do, I do it even though I carefully beyond the scope because it does not advance that back, and yes, I know, but I 'm like that , then do not bother to tell me why I'm doing this