me, yes, me...

If you really want to hear about it
i wonder if you do

livin’ in time
more than in space
shadows keep runnin’
taller than me

mr. sandman runnin’ deep
into my mind.
widenin’ spaces
don’t fill the void

listenin’ to the words
without any thoughts
sleepin’ my walk
still keepin’ infinity.

renderin’ more molds
than a single body
hostages of love
accompanyin’ forever

sailin’ teenage wastelands
with magnetized thoughts
faces built often
but with false improvisations.

love the flowers
but not their growth.
still afraid
with the secrets i hold
scared to share
a corner of my life