I don’t know what to say
experience
prevents me today
maybe it’s caution
that it might hurt again
maybe after coffee
I will feel better, and sane
maybe
if I hide from people
the troubles will go away
but
why
why is she looking
at me
she
with the blue eyes
why does she smile
whenever she’s close
and why do I admire the beauty
of her lips
and her nose
the birds flew away
since I’ve been
here
but she arrived
to illuminate the morning
scene
but why
why
is she looking at me
she doesn’t know who I am
hell
even I don’t know that
and I’m still searching for
myself
but maybe
she’ll find me
and if there’s any luck
she’ll detect
in which labyrinth of my
subconsciousness
is that recklessly lost me
hiding
because it happens so often
when you least expect
indeed it
happens
and that is
a fact.
©Tom Del Braco
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