A lot to say, have said almost nothing
a lot to feel, but I couldn't allow
surfing on the streets
trying to make life excited
on eight wheels
writing
trying to make it poetic
paper, rock, scissors
but it hasn't been that easy
no one told it would
and I am thankful
for opening my eyes
everyday
filling my lungs
everyday
emptying my mind
sometimes
because, after all,
it would be such a waste
It's so uncertain that every step Has a purpose, a direction It's not easy to believe in chance Everything needs an explanation Formulas, methods, and results Our senses, so limited I don't like to be
Your love was unique and melancholic Why did you want too much? You went around thinking quietly That you couldn't give in You stopped following your path Tried to find it in other faces You couldn't
They say I shouldn't talk about love That I should never surrender to a passion But now it's too late, so late, I met you I'm not afraid, nor do I care, and I need to say… That I only think of YOU (li