Still can’t get out
Of my young memories
Our precious laughs
Tarnished by the morning news
Still hopeful for a world
That doesn’t feel real
Assembling words
Out of our bond
Imprinting
A desire to draw in the sand
A lost wish of being
Still lost in pain
Stil laughing at everything
By a cold imaginary lagoon
Two ways
And a hundred meters
Above a muted crowd
Every step on the pavement
Our words and our shouts
Muffled by
A deafening noise
Echoed by infinite walls
Suspended
In the sky between
Monuments of greed
Closed balconies
Stone and blue glass
And cold winter steel
I'll wait for your sleep
Become a figment past your breath
Say, just a couple hours
Just to not be here, nor there
Drunken in the voices
Echoes of the sand
A mere glimpse of golden
Of tired hands and screens
Until dawn comes again