Has life lost it¹s feeling,

It¹s purpose, it¹s point,

To a force, so unyielding.
 
 

The days begin,

Something is gone,

Early morning breath on my face,

The beauty means nothing.
 
 

Sentimentality disappeared,

Welcome to cynicism,

The sunset in the West,

Will back tomorrow.
 
 

Days pass by,

Nothing seems to change,

I try to see the subtle differences,

I know I should.