ballad of a mind

these are the things I love the most...

to stop, to look, to seek a ghost

to make, to break, to lie…

to tell the truth when it comes by

to look for you before the dawn

to shout and yell as if I won…

to sleep, to dream, to be so sad

to write, to love, to hate…

to go somewhere and just create

to kiss some lips

to kiss them all

to make you “see” and then just crawl…

to hope… to wait…

these are the things that I just hate