It is a new day.
My mind is awake and my body is not.
The light of the sun comes from the window
the singing of birds and the smell of flowers are too
What I'll do today ?
What destiny is hiden to me ?
Will I know who am I finally ?
Or it will be just an other ordinary day ?
I still in my bed
Nowhere to go, and nobody to talk with
Nothing to do, but write some things and read
I paint too, bad paintings but I love to
And cooking is one of my habits too
But not today, I want nothing today
I just wanna sleep, so I
So I can wake up tomorrow
And begin again