Gello

People fill their lives with things
Concepts called goals
Other people to cherish
Objects to care for
Places to go

But my world trembles
And those icons melt
As the foundations are based
In gellatine ground just for me
Shattering to pieces
The building blocks of existance

Conquesting sleep
Feeling pleasure for food
Enjoying sunny days
Solving my puzzles
Breathing is enough
As great achievements
In a seismic world as mine

I hope to continue the tricks
Finding ways to hold tight
The spare tools
That still bind myself

Because I am tired of the impossible task
To repaste faccade
That holds the life
That you see from outside

I have to let the hello flow
Become simpler or be crusted
By the pressure of not being
As stable as I seemed to be