I don't wanna talk

It was at 7:17 am when it occurred to me.

That I am a string of smoke in a sunlight room.

Only visible to those who would perceive the light.

Almost invisible to those who chose to sit in the dark.

A clarification that must've been made.

I'm not anxious, I don't complain.

I am just maybe too tired to function, too tired to work and too tired to even write a song.

As I squeezed my brain to let it out on sheets of paper.

To be thrown down to an empty drain of people.

That doesn’t deserve me neither my complexity of art.

It was all so visible from the start.

I don't wanna talk.

I don't wanna get close to you.

Cause I am so cruel.

And it's not the case that I want to sound cool.

It's not the case of building the ego of a fool.

The truth is simple, and it can be viewed by thousands in a busy crowded square at a midnight or an afternoon.

That I am too cruel to serve.

Too cruel to understand.

Too mean, I judge.

The words that I said.

Too dreamy to work.

Too delicate to cope and run on commands.

But you don't understand.

That I am a pearly necklace of smoke.

Visible to those who skip the night.

And sit through the sunlight laser beams to see me and get what I mean or want.

And I don't want.

To have to make any clarifications.

Cause like the light I thrive in I am abundant I am clear.

I am visible, shiny, alive, and near.

I try to make my points as clear as they fear.

And for those who don't get it.

Try to shame me with their demands.

How it's their right to understand.

I don't run on commands.

I won't explain shit that isn't aligned with an end.

Crystal waters.

Grass in Mongolia.

Vast land away from monsoon.

Crystal waters.

Lilies and Magnolias.

I pray for the end to be near and to come soon.

Vast land of waters.

Late walks at night.

An eternal daughter.

Dancing every fight.

A reckless son, a few chains of smoke.

And yet my story is too bold to be told.