RUPTURE.

The cry for change,

Is the cry that aches.

 

I see you, trouble.

But I don´t recognize you.

And there is no way 

That I can stop you.

 

I expected a breach in my structure,

Scared of what I might find.

Yes, I am changing.

 

I´ve been the shadow of my gloom.

But I accepted my rupture,

And made it my art.

 

This contradiction,

between the beautiful and the painful,

craves my changing desire.

 

Maybe it´s the place, 

Full of ignorance and hypocrisy.

Full of nothing.

Slowing me down

And pushing me back.

 

Someday, I´ll reach my mind,

That goes faster than my body.

But don´t wait for me,

I´ll be wandering,

wandering beneath my waves.