Obvious

In a manner of speaking,
I am still here,
Listening to all the words and the guilts,
I do not understand every sentence in your moment;
Everything about you smiles from a distance
And I have failed,
Waiting in the cold or on a bus,
It seems like time stops sometimes,
And we are puppets on a scene,
Not knowing where to go or what to believe in,
Like God is not a part of our embrace,
Or is it an axe or a song,
Teaching us how to be different
And teaching us to be more constant,
I,
It is me who made these mistakes,
Not looking in the sun,
Being scared of the future,
And you will say: “This is the everyday, Leo”.

But I walk away, in silence,
Like a sapphire that was never found,
Or a ghost whispering good thoughts in a ear.
That’s what she wants,
Right?