Antes lograba tanto Metía horas Sacando lo máximo De cada minuto No he cambiado

Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go

Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up

Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules

I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be

I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe

Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger

I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized