Listening to those old songs
Words of love repeated like poison
Uncertain ideals dressed up as the truth
When did he start to believe them?
Instead of thinking for himself?
Feeling and actually trying?
Did he even think?
Why would someone else
Know what was good for him?
What was really true in this world?
If love was real or fundamental or just
One way of being happy?
It was too late
The wave in the sea
Had already involved him
Like the night, quietly and fiercely
But now he knew
Even though he was not free anymore
He was not going to be surprised
And I will tell you
The eyes CAN see
What the confused heart
Can`t understand
And being happy?
Its not about being alone or not
After all
If the rest is just the sea
Its deepness cannot be know by us
And of course it`s beauty
Cannot be told
And I will tell you
That wave that rose in the sea?
Those stars we forgot to count?
They could have led us to sadness
And happiness, either way
Still,
He kept thinking in his rest
That those words said by other man
Repeated so softly by every lover
Had some weird meaning
He kept listening to those old musics
Those words of love repeated like poison
Several uncertain ideals dressed up as the truth
And his rest?
Turned out to be another weight on his sore back
Lucas Rangel Lima
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