Morning, I struggled to wake up
for what? to study in a hope of getting freedom
Yeah achievements too
Books with theories
not knowing how to apply
Like becoming doctors with no practicals,
days of sobbing deep inside rarely outside
Not even one to open up

But there is,
shivering on the way of approaches
thunders explode from either side
it may be a matter of laughing for others,
but not for me, for you to my beloved too, it may seem as...