terça-feira, 30 de junho de 2015

Those balls in your head

Be there inside your eyesight
leaving your body
to become something of the air
Fill the room, no longer containing yourself

Oh the boredom waiting in the mind
Leap out of yourself
Don´t expect reasons or motives or signs
Don´t be in there trapped

The finest gift you were given were your eyes
Choose this day to use them as doors
don´t be stuck to the mind´s sticky flaws
Chase the day for what it looks like

Heaven in your breath
Overthrow complaints, memories and pests

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