3.4.08


Stones are falling off,

I wake up and I don’t find a single piece of mine.

I drew a line, I’m a fugitive,

look the way I live, stuck in this hole,

hiding down here, I can’t see so clear, I'm screaming underneath,

I see no chance to escape,

I fly and never come up, cause I true and I lie,

confusion never stops living the fake.

1 comment:

a said...

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Espero que la elección de este poema no sea un indicador de tu estado anímico, que se trate de descubrir, sólo descubrir...

un abrazo gordito