waiting for something...
closed to some little things
by our own clown knights
Daises and coloured sights
wearing some ash coloring
in diferent atempts
looking for new fights
Maybe you’re right,
sometimes, a little
sure we're delaying
used by others, here I lie
So, it isn't mine possible words.
I am just: trying, being, creating...
In words I face all these lost fights
