A poem from the past

I wrote this one back when i was still at school, perhaps 10 years ago, I forgot totally the incident behind it but since I found it why not to share, I guess I was pessimistic at the time, forgive my language or grammatical mistakes. it goes like this :

At all moments of the day there must be an exceptional one to treasure.
A moment that is special, and hard to measure.

Is it possible to reach up to complete happiness?
To a perfect constancy with the universe?
When your heart knows exactly if this is love or this is it madness?

In a dream it can turn true
but in reality one can never know
we have no clue

We just wish

Wake up
Time is inevitable

When?
this is the question.
no one has an answer but all have fiction.

Humans' hearts no longer has insistence
We're living with beasts in the city
We can not have a decent chance of existence

I look

I stare deeply into the world we live today

in all my strength, I call up and say

MAYDAY

Optimism is busted
Smiley faces reshaped
happiness is limited and contained

Torn apart from the inside out
I'm choking.

I knew this was coming.
and it's here already

This is no joking!!!

Will someone hear it?
Will he answer?



NO
HE WILL NEVER ANSWER "