DeNunCianDo - una cosita ke escribi

ps una cosita pa ke lean un ratico:

where am i going?
and how did i end up so lonely?
questions crash against my head
and there’s nothing but the sun in my face,
blinding my eyes and heating up my mind
life runs, and laughter rolls all around
joy is a word ill never understand
nothing but sad lines drip along these hands
nothing but blue thoughts and feelings ill never have
extranger in this park, desperately trying to be found
people and their dogs, kids, balls, games, life and laughs…
… me...i just have this pen,
a piece of paper and the need to be someone else
to erase this thoughts that left me in a dead alley
where i just give up trying to find a way out
more words to save in an old dusty trunk
full of sad sundays and empty thuesdays
more lines to carry on my shoulders,
more baggage for a trip ill never start
sun is coming down,
my thoughts begin to freeze and my soul begins to chill
in the fading need of a company that will never come
put my pen away,
pack my thoughts and strap them tight on my shoulders
im leaving the park
goodbye sunday afternoon
ill be waiting for you in the loneliness of my room.

:)