Where was my Head?

                                                                                                                                20/05/2018

 

Where was my head all that time?

Inside a box full of comfort

Laying on a plank.

Dreaming about real life.

On a boat breathing air.

Playing with the wind.

Where was my head all that time?

Focused on getting more of that paper.

My face glued to the screen.

Living on other’s lives.

Cursing them for getting the spleen.

Where was my head all that time?

Playing myself to infinity.

With no real joy of someone’s caress.

Somewhere between screams.

And falling apart, taken by the sky

Struggling with squared faces

Full of ego unbroken hearts

For my work.

 

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