This is what I want

This is what I want

I don’t want to write

I want to speak.

But every time I try

I almost make people weep.

Where is the weakness?

On the truth or the lies.

Words are meant to be forgotten,

Only if they don’t make you cry.

I want to find the way,

To not tell fairytales

I hope sometime I get

Something worth to say.

When it gets the time to act,

I hope I get more to react.

I’ll try to listen and shot,

Because words

Aren’t meant to be cut…

Let’m roll, slow your horses.

I want to live,

Won’t wish to die,

I want to breathe

With my open eyes

And not feel how slowly

They close, to sleep and die. 

                                                                           …p@k()