Thoughts on the tenth floor

I'm on the tenth floor

the path to my dreams.

I was born in 10

and now it is what I do in my plans.

The day does not end until I got my sleep and strange dreams.

The night did not start until I open the window to get it.

The night wind blows strong in my memories and important idiots.

He wants to expel them, break them, eliminate them.

But my thoughts are like a paperweight that will not let them move.

I'm always going back and forth

but they never dare leave me.

I floor mats

while I feel thirst for ice cream and novelties.

I am a contradiction

Live in the past and the future

but never in the present.

Maybe this is my curse.

No matter which way I talk

Or what language I grave

My life will always be a great trip

Never arrive at the last stop.

I'm always a lover of freedom

And maybe one day I'll marry the possibilities.