No longer pretend (my first poem in English)

amira casar smoking

I'm trapped like a castaway, supposed to walk and never stop.
I'm stuck like a rebel, trapped to walk straight on and never go back.
That's life, life is the wind that blows us back to our childhood dreams. Life is the night coming down, like never before.
We can no longer pretend, wait, that's life which wants it, this life that hurts us, heart and soul.
It is the night that is falling as rain and bombs and we can no longer pretend.
Every morning it is the same movie, tender hands, cross fingers, every morning the same comedy, find someone, find out which one.
Every morning, the same corrida, look up, open arms.
Every morning, the same show, find love, find the words.
I'm stuck like an escapee, supposed to walk, to never stop.
I'm trapped like the condemned, trapped to walk straight ahead and never go back.