domingo, 15 de dezembro de 2013

thing's poem

it's rising and rising
this senseless direction
that cripples inside me

it's writing and writing
this fearless momentum
that forbids beneath me

i'm just a bloke
with intentions and dreams
no pomps or circumstances
to longer be seen

nothing but a joker
with mysterious sins
defying this realm
and their kings in between.





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