This walls
The running kids
the cars in and out with nowhere to go
It’s almost like a condemned condition.
I’m in here, this walls kept me trying to escape,
trying not to lose my voice and the birds sing.
For a few moment there I found peace and the
silence talks, the company is this letters.
The smell is like a rotten eggs and the rest is dead history.
I walk in and out, and around.
This walls are heavily armed to kept me blocked,
but no, I won’t let them.
I am river, I am that giant that hunt your dreams, I am
a storm.
Heavily I breathe, the first hour is a caos, those minutes
without purpose.
Just another day in another battle against this walls,
this walls that I will break trough, this walls of control,
this walls of my past skeletons.
I will buried them.
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