Lures of faith

Sometimes I think I don’t know myself…
I can’t chain my tears…
I can’t run after your dreams…

Maybe I don’t deserve you…
you expected a lot from me…
you believed in who I do not understand…

Maybe all this is nothing more than a lure,
a river of whitewater,
a boredom,
one of your bitter silences…

I probably don’t even remember…
when I woke up happy…
When did I come to tell you that
without you in my life… I’m dead…

Sometimes I feel you…
I feel you still in the wind…