THERE ARE DAYS

There are days
That I cannot focus,
That I cannot think,
Days that I cry
And try to blend my self away.
But all of my fears
Are nothing comparing to the suffering
Of many people,
You have nothing to eat,
You have no peace.
Sometimes I pray
To justice and a better place
Were we could all be happy.
But straggly it is a utopia.
Still, I continue dreaming
Believing that the solution is each of us.