Slowly burned

We're not at outer space

But we need more oxygen

To keep sane, from the reality

That tell we don't exist anyway

We've got burned in our planet

We've got taxed from building we-called-home

We've got tired for what our sense feels now

But when we want explain, we don't know

We pay the price, we pray with silence

We're all know that the law is impotence

Repeating sunday

When the sun declare
Rain will come today
I'm not going anywhere
Like I loved you yesterday

Repeating times
With you everytime

Every single day

I forgot to tell
That you were my sunday
Even you always though
To say "I love you" everyday

I'm questioning myself
How hard to answer "love" in million times?

MH 11/06/'25