soul ajar
looks inside and afraid
look outside and terror
seeks solace in logical thinking
but the brain does not cooperate
entered on strike for days
who knows why
the heart continues to function
but sometimes hangs too scared
eyes would cry, but something prevents them to get rid of the weight accumulated
seek solace in the lungs pleasant smoke so clean air is far
hands now resigned to the expectation hoping for a contact
feet dream of fine white sand
of lost lands
I listen to them all ... unable to satisfy them
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