sometime

this place blinds me sometimes,

it is also kind sometimes,

you meet strange people and they shine sometimes,

you see pretty girls and wish they were mine sometimes,

This place embraces you sometimes,

the dust sticks too close sometimes,

you wander like a rat sometimes,

then you fall on your knees sometimes,

this place drains you all the time.

This place is cold sometimes,

the summer makes you old sometimes,

The first rains can make you bold sometimes,

Oh! The year end is a bore sometimes.

But i love it many days sometimes,

even if there's a stench of poverty and altered peasantry sometimes,

i love being what i can here sometimes,

leaving it is so much like seeing you cry sometimes.

lost days

Few days have gone,

but without a sound,

i wait and relive the age,

that reminds me i am around.

Few days have gone,

but there is not much thought,

i starve until afternoon,

Just to remind me of what i fought.

Few days have gone,

since i left the sun down by the lake,

i burn for ash and company,

Just to refine me from the usual taste.

And few days are left,

Soon they will be gone,

i wait in reverence and make me not stale,

ever changing in form,

dividing myself and searching like a worm,

Just to decide which way is home.