Night Train
the train blows in a hurry
Travelling from city to city
making a route for the night
today is Tuesday and it is cold
perspectives are average or weak
no progress or big positivism
no great impulse nor great time
lethargic Octobery times of the year
not to mention these emotions
A sea of uncertainties and criticism
A torment of hypothesis and thoughts
A crisis of emptiness and teeth cracking moments
writing white sh*ts of paper.
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