My Way

If I could fly

I wouldn’t choose to die,

I would choose to feel and buy

one thing for this life.

I would like

to find you and try

to smile

in life

stop to cry.

But you are the past

the last march.

You were my way

the beginning and the end of the day

and it’s just stupid to say

that I still love you.

Now I have another way,

I take another train

to the other side of this line,

I laid

my hearth to a lie

I wouldn’t like to be a stopping clock.

He’s my day

my native crazy

he makes me lazy

to the sadness.

I can´t say

what I am feeling

what I am thinking

I just fail

but it isn’t

the end of the day.

And I die,

on this dark plane

thinking on my

next destination,

going to my

only inspiration

but I don’t know who is it.

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