Infinite

sometimes it happens I stop
 those are times I can focus on myself
 when the world around is turning fast
 I don't know maybe I've not worked hard enough
 all my steps didn't bring what I deserve
 I need to know what am I making wrong?
 I find myself folded into life's reserve
 trying trying to paint my life
 with a coloured fancy brush
 I'm gonna win this strife
 claiming it from the mush
 sometimes I think about paths
 I fear mine cannot lead to an end
 as if someone else overtakes myself
 it seems I'm doomed to remain in silence
 longing for credits that reveal my core
 it's time to leave innocence state of mind
 I can be gone just as infinite now
 trying, trying to paint my life
 with a coloured fancy brush
 I'm gonna win this strife
 claiming it from the mush
 if the hope has flown away
 in a night or just one day
 I'm still feeling I'm infinite
 who cares
 as a natural born Dalì
 a failed Picasso that it's me
 everyone will recognize one day