Love messed me up,
I was left with fringes torn,
hat thrown wide,
hands caught in the eye of hope.
The need surely enters the house from the cold
and encounters loneliness.

Days punish me for the lack of firmness,
the nights are endowed,
dreaming for the better,
arises instead of the restless thoughts,
the beat for the moment to come.

The world shuts down,
no longer believes in what it’s said,
it believes in what it’s done.