Magazine Cultura
I should be better than who I am
Between the knowledge and no sense
I should be of me my best friend
And not someone who just pretend
The future has been in my hands
When I could build here in my land
Without escaping to that west
So full of promises so bad
My thoughts while I wander ’round
Say I am oh almost bound
Life has become a bother
And to play I’m not allowed
Nothing more to discover
No reason to feel proud
May be it’s just obsession now
I am only a point in the crowd
The waiver is the secret
She said going in and out
But she remains so eager
Of life she seeds her ground
So on a swing I feel I am
Sometimes I regret my sad past
But I should chose a new present
And not to marry this sadness
But contradiction is my lane
First I am glad then cut my veins
I am both logic and insane
No possibility to explain
My thoughts while I wander ’round
Say I am oh almost bound
Life has become a bother
And to play I’m not allowed
Nothing more to discover
No reason to feel proud
May be it’s just obsession now
I am only a point in the crowd
The waiver is the secret
She said going in and out
But she remains so eager
Of life she seeds her ground