quarta-feira, 8 de março de 2000

The Storm Before…

After a week of waste,

Waste of money and joy

Nobody cared for my presence…

I went out as a toy.

A toy for some laughs

Or just to ignore…

In a sea of beer

I seek for something more.

I want someone to say

What goes inside people,

Cause superficial issues

Only makes headless disciples.

And the eternal question comes

What to do to change the ones,

Who relentlessly surround you,

And talk of what’s untrue.

Untrue feelings…

Untrue actions…

Like I said before

And repeat forever more.

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