You look happy,
but not the kind of happy you pretend to be.

More like social media-type of happy, and it's not a good thing to look at.

You're not a good thing to look at.

They wake up very morning, dress up and go out just like everyone else.
They go to work with empty heads and empty hearts.
No, they smile, too.
Doing the same things in circles.

Day in and day out, you go to the same place and do more or less of the same thing for way too little money or credit.

We forget.
We no longer dream.
We just wander.

wake me up, when it's over,
if there is still somebody
to wake me up.

I drew a painting
of us two
believing it wasn‘t
only blind fate
leading us trough
wrathful waves