Too easy it is to pull your shoulders
ears, start walking away from the situation.
The years are the most creative ledges
between, for fear of touching the bottom.
Proud of my heart, waves
Woke up too early;
a storm of ideas,
I can not stop.
My side will not grow
no one catch,
no one does not stick to the groin.
I am hesitant is a wild wine,
I'm drowning in my dreams.