I'm a messy searcher..
Now that love is nothing, and nothing really matters..
Now that Mr Blame is not my guide
and there´re many preys for the hunter..
and what I do need does need me too
Now that I can write my history,
take my chances, live okay
and I`ve become a stranger in this town
and I do nothing but pray
Now that I can see the colours from a blind´s point of view
and I can realize there´s no black and white
Now that I don´t have to love you
because I don´t love myself
and I don´t need God to brush my teeth
Now that your disdain is a bless
and I lie only to make you happy
to fill your emptiness,
ease my guiltiness,
to dress our souls..
Now that change´s everything
because everything changes..
Now that I lost myself
and I did it on purpose
and your face is omnipresent
and there´s no way to finish this poem
Now that the golden jail is not so golden
and not so jail-shaped
and I just need something that I don´t know what it is.. (but I want it now)
..or maybe I know what it is but ....