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:
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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
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