Materia
Buy this buy that,
what a stranger this time is.
What you feel,
nobody cares.
The status is engaged with materia.
What about how I care,
how I am,
how this damage is killing us deep inside.
How we look blooms,
materia carry us.
My heart is important too,
dear is the hope for something new.
Please listen to this miscarriages, that blows in the shadows.
Listen to the wind that follow us around,
listen,
please do,
to all I hold in this corpse.
Skin is merely a fool,
joking with things and not for whom.
Share moments,
share the truth,
for I stand inside the hours that seem lost with the moon.
Hug the time we spare,
cherish the love in human form.
This is the circle of materia,
were we are measure for what don’t matter,
and not for the sky above us.
