What are you doing with that donkey?

When every day’s a bad day when everyone smiles and bursting with laughter, there I am, tryin’ to be one of them. When no one cares what tomorrow brings and what the hell the future holds, there I am again, tryin’ not to give a damn… They’re not scared, because they got this last line of this unbreakable happiness, a thick ink of line, something that gives warmth and unending push, most of them don’t even need God for them to feel that days are sunny and the sky is always blue, or if not some times, then they still got this last line. Trying to be safe, to cover, and to convert hatred to a smile, hatred towards a mistake, that keeps on running and running again; perhaps to get the message, but what can I do if it doesn’t have a message, then go ahead!! Try it again, till the end comes and stubbornness breaks.

Difficulties in finding people forged with the same fire and anvil? Yep, it’s hard to find them, with a generic smile and a touch of the perfect sound of laughter, practiced with precision and timing they camouflage the fact that they’re also one of us, just riding on, for explanation is lengthy than smiling with a thumbs up.

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