
Every time I rush to the gates,
the gates are closed.
Every time I make a move,
it costs me the most.
I love to spend time beside doors,
waiting for a signal before thirsty crows.
Spending a day without a do,
what the hell a place it takes me to?
The most often do sleep,
but again before the doors.
Very often I ask myself,
“What’s the time?”
This proves to be a matter of very cheap.
Then I decide to wander around
and look for somebody for me to ask,
“Is this the right time to hurry?”.
He tells me, “Never, you are wasting your time.”
I decide to make a move
later is like a crime.
Later everyone enjoys the ride,
and I am blanked out.
I ask God for I waited long
and eventually left aside.
Next time I decide,
I’ll be the one who makes the first step,
who serves as an epitome!

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