terça-feira, 9 de fevereiro de 2010

Glossing over

Silly romantic notion

that my depression will lift
like the weather
like a cloud

That all will be better tomorrow
after a good night's sleep


That all will work out
like in the gyms
in muscled tone
massaged soul


As expected
all will remain the same
my limbs will become slim
my slim limbs will fatten up
my eye sight will improve


once I learn to be blind.







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