I don't know | No sé. Poema [Eng/Esp]

Again the pitcher to the water,
I don't know what makes me have expectations,
They are made of the finest crystal,
They all end up broken,
and thrown into the trash,
It's better as it comes,
Let's see what is done,
This way we better avoid the arrows of destiny,
maybe we can't avoid them,
and the ones we see passing were for others,
I don't know about you but what am I,
I am getting angry at dreams,
It's just that I don't even want to write the little word anymore,
always the same disappointment,
When they arrive they are not the same as cerebral propaganda,
than the commercial that the lying mind
projected in your head,
a blatant scam,
I don't know but I think I no longer believe,
and I don't want to make happy poses,
nor sophisticated faces,
to upload them to my social network.