Sonhos.

I want to see the world, I want to live, be free like a bird, run through places I've never been, love like I never did. I need sparks in my eyes, I need love in my heart, I need a dream. And how come? How come I don't have a dream? I start feeling like I just be, no more sense, no more. I keep watching the sky, I keep chasing stars, I keep dreaming, day-dreaming. Why won't the stars guide me to the place I belong? Why won't the sky fall on me hands and show me real love? Somebody once said that, we make our purpose, we make of life what we think we must, and we do that by following our dreams and making them turn true, making them real and stop dreaming 'em to start actually living them. And I feel like nothing. I have no dream, I found no purpose, I found, I have no love. It's delicate. These last days I learned so much, so much that I couldn't expect. Some things just changed my way to see life and the thing is, what the hell am I? I need to stop being, I need to start making and living. And I need to start it now. I need love, I need the sky, I need the stars, I need a dream. Someone said that we make our purpose. So now, my purpose is to have a dream, and to have a purpose. My purpose is to find love, show love and give the best of me, to make anything better. Time keeps passing, why should we be? Time's making that old book we used to read go to waste, time's walking away, time's walking away...

"Some things in life may change.
And some things, stay the same.
Like time.
There's always time.
On my mind.
So pass me by.
I'll be fine.
Just give me time."