Days of a crise in peoples minds

Days goe and surround us
with splendor of a poor man
seeking to get what he wants.
Calling it crise,
I am not about to die.
Minutes go, and the world
has lost its inspiration
seeking to what it wants
Entering spice
dime of shade
I am not about to die.
What a favor,
to see such haze
of a warm atmosphere
in a weather thy beauty
were people just like
to pass by
and
seek the one the others
insufficiency.
As day pass by,
thinking,
we are not about to die.

Elize K.