As high as a kite
My heart flies as it wasn’t mine
Life is yours
But you are not life
Among the feelings and the page
You can find yourself
But actually nobody cares
You are my bones and my blood
And when I see yours
I really feel like a dumb
Hate eternal comes down to my knees
And keep going until you are not here
Because I still remembering you
As a pen misses his writer
But then I wake up
And dreams collapsed
I just pointed to the sky
And the smoke just makes me laugh
I feel the pimples on my back
And my eyelids tired
Your stomach is yawning
And your brain sneezing
Get your dose and keep your pose
Outside, someone wants to incriminate
So run and smoke
And everything will be ok
Or should I said
It will be the same.
José Báez G.