sábado, 2 de janeiro de 2016

Mother Tongue

A vibration, hearts beating
Birth by sleep, laughter bound to convert
Embracing the very air you reject
As we speak
Millions breath, overthinking
Peasants facing a steep cliff
Mutual understanding is but a dry lake
An oasis in this fading mirage and I blame the heat
An understatement, a blur mixed with blushing cheeks
Guilty consciences trigger false alarms and edgy goose bumps
C'mon I honestly do not mind the rain
Why the fuck must I object or waste my time
Complaining if I rather dance tonight?

Natural speaker, an echo really
We are all the same
Under one piece of fabric
We unite
So comprehensive I cry at night
In fear my Ism is ever lacking

I dream in pixels not tunes mate
I was born to procreate
Not entertain
And I do not find appropriate of late
How every sneeze is a death sentence
My ears itch and my hands are shaky 
I cut my wings
Awaiting anew, branding
#Steaming hot
Have it all, my heart and food for thoughts
My soul
Complain about the weather
Whilst I carry on swinging
My headache sideways

Dunno either to confirm or deny
Whether I balance or juggle my head
A tick? A broken fragment in need of a leash
Is that an order or a poorly elaborated instruction?
I think we are different
But mutual consensus leads me to believe otherwise
We are one and the same
We, see, the, same
Alas, no one is worth saving