Every day I pass 
by the same route,
and in my head 
is spinning one and 
the same thought which 
does not allow me 
to calm down
who I really am.

who I am
why am I needed
for what purpose
I have on this earth

and gray clouds
pass over me
and the rain  [bad word] all the harder
and I continue to dream
of happiness
it will never 
be fulfilled