“He walks away
The sun goes down
He takes the day, but I’m grown”
He left and I couldn’t go along. The bus moved and I couldn’t stop it like those movies scenes.
There was nothing to do but play my old game, the “guess your own feeling” game. I went to the beach and felt bad, miserable, lucky and lonely. Inside my pockets there was some nice money so I felt I didn’t need to worry about nothing else but the game.
I wasn’t sad.
I wasn’t regretting choices.
I was at another process of learning that my life is not easy to me and wouldn’t
spare anyone around – it’s a circle of doing things by my own comprehension of them.
Why me? Why here? Why all this?
- Cause if it wasn’t this way I wouldn’t be satisfied.