sexta-feira, 22 de janeiro de 2010


You never learn to live the first time you breath,
Calmly look at the world and blind to lies,
Constrained, contained potential, a fire train moving towards a future wealth,
Into the unthinkable act of flying and buying the skies.

We all lose ourselves at some point,
Our thoughts decay, we lose the memory of happy times,
The world still rotates and we remain insane,
We stop following words, guides and lines.

All we whisper in the endless nights of lust,
All we ever wanted, fought for, craved for,
Gone, wasted in time, dedicated into the rain and now turned to rust,
And we still live, in plain sorrow.

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