Sunday, 4 November 2012

Hurry

Shattered pieces
of Broken Dreams
Stars do not shine
Moments that did not smile
Scrambled words
a road that never ends ...
I'm trying like crazy to leave this whirlwind
I have to hurry.

My head is an animal
My humor is unusual
"Things will get better", so they say
Seems like I live in a broken record
Where every day is repeated
and even every thought, transferred and reissued.
I just want it to end,
I'm in no hurry.

Plans and dreams ...
Imagination and promises ...
All immortalized by my pen in a hurry.
My life has a huge and varied soundtrack
And I'm in no hurry.
Hurry to this record over soon
Hurry to start living what really matters.
Hurry to all things immortalized by my pen
begin to take shape, color and material.
Just hurry.


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