Sometimes

Staying here, and looking at the sea
Trying to find several words in vain
Words that are buried within me
But still grow in all my tears again

Pain is my muse. Yes, I agree
The dark side of my refrain
The long arms of my old past tree
My body, my soul and my spirit in the rain

I can’t find a way to feel my feelings
I can’t find a way to heal my healings
I can’t find for my ode the right rhymes

I close my eyes to be inspired
I feel my inside breath so tired
When I cross my arms to the world, sometimes