Toss a coin. What will be, will be. Forever unknown. If I ever wanted to go and flyI'd give it a chanceTo my dying habitsOf swelling wet rainSpeaking half-truthsAnd venturing into the abyss. All I wantIs to give away the fearsPrecious as they are,And to welcomeThe uncertainty of days gone,Days rainedAnd far apart,Like a tiny figmentOf my imagination.The one that dries outEvery time I thinkAbout saluting the new world.
Humanistic woman,Yet not humane,Fat with ideasBursting off the seams. Can’t keep Probing her thoughtsIn a world thatLaughs at its own jokes. She tightens her beltBut fragmented sentencesKeep rumblingInside her belly.She can hear themRevolting in her guts. She is hungry,She doesn’t even knowHow to keep her diet in check,How to digest all those stewed letters. Fat with ideasBursting off the seams. She is hungry,Yet she doesn’t even knowHow to concoctSome random verses.There is not even rhymeAnd even in freestyleThat is a recipe […]