Tug

For how long we get lost
fulfilled by many thoughts
our mind plays hide and seek
hoping that it never end quick
cos the truth is
never easy to swallow
cos it’s so easy to find the hollow
a place full of sorrow
maybe, tomorrow
this line will make sense
in a cold morning, less dense
with a hot cup of coffee
warm like that hug,
strong like a tug
ready to throw you up
like the sense of fall in a dream
so, maybe finally you will understand
that the hollow place
isn’t inside your head
it’s in the middle of your chest…