Incómodo




The law is written
Completely stucked
Look there!
The dog in forced liberty
The hairless spots colored red
The fact is unhealthy

Fingers feel the surface
They go from soft to rough
The lack of the other
Gives rage and impotence
Sometimes, realy sometimes sympathy
Everyday things ending in shortness
Failures gonna be examine

Abstract expressions
Navigated in to the save harbour
With a broken motor
But a sail in function
I point to you
Uncomfortable
What you want?
Me?

Floating on mixed feelings
The power of the positive
Makes strong
Makes blind
Makes senseless
Makes Happy
Makes powerless
Gives direction
Breaks the night

1 comment:

Jude said...

"Floating on mixed feelings"

Yes sir, I understand.