Life like this

and you know you go on and on
its eating you indecently
maybe its a meter of dimension
sometimes just a meter of remembering
that the promise is just a promise
broken over and over
of beautiful simplicity
as lose as committed
as dead as its born
and you know you wont stop so soon
you even wonder if its still possible
you are measuring your strength
sitting back breathing air
feeling the knots of your fingers
you wonder you can do it
you wanna do it
but you stay still while time pass you over
and you regret your own will
taking pressure on exist
on being something or having to be
always under the shadow of any need.