Paper pieces on the floor

blue, red, white, yellow

half blown away by the wind

to the corridor passage,

They flip in the wind and

walks in a unmanaged ant line..

   Puff of gray smoke mixed with cotton candy pink

Stuck in the sky for a hour maybe

    rain yet to come

  train lines empty, train has goes  away for today

near the dried grasslines to nowhere

doesn't wait for anybody

but cries at night of fading to dust

that, even sadness be not with

as life is emotions of tragedy and happiness (as nostalgic) soulth

and going away, without being fought.

Pretty face with a soul of a angel

gone with the feeling of happiness..

if could, then live away from self

but not from the people around

that are the best things happened in life so far

But I don't open up when it's asked

But I want them to stay, a little more,

do the opposite as push them away

in the excuse that I want to be left alone.

No one could really understand truly

if the things I feel,

if I say,

they would think I'm crazy,

                  maybe I am crazy.

Lonely, away, in a locked room, feeling crazy,

with people of crowd, outside, feeling crazy.

Lonely is better, maybe, cause the value of closed ones

can be understood, and in the sad solitude of

not being with them, I stay,

                            But I don't want to live like this..

   The confetti falls in blessing as I want to be

for others, and to fall, fall a long way

to a fall, where I would feel at the end

a

sweet sleep and dream away,

for a time,

                 forever.