sábado, 13 de outubro de 2012

Unsonetto

It's funny how anxious I get
when I try to write my mind
Hard exercise without sweat
seeking for words I can't find

There's a lot of absorption these days
But nobody knows it all at all
I tried to set myself in many ways
but in everything I do I seem to crawl

Isn't it bad to get tired,
little boy?
All these things that you tried
tonight seem to annoy

And all these promises done
when you start something good
end up tough by telephone
look in the eyes requires mood

You bet I can be pretty stupid
but I sure know what's this about
lambs sleep with lambs, wolves with wolves
where do rats spend night out?

what kind of fight
do you want to face?
There's no wrong light
If you want to chase

So get yourself ready and get out of here
All this kindness of you hurt me like a spear
I know I've been very messy but when thoughts start to clear
my real wish repeated three times
disappear, disappear, disappear.