Rehearsal
They forbid my travels, and money transfers
A hostage of criminal times
To all that is negative I am immersed
Expectedly drowning in wine
You are lucky to stay at the positive side
It’s an obvious thing to admit
A sort of dialectical suiside
Which I often forget to commit
Exhausted, I’m lying in bed the whole day
Eyes closed, but I’m not sleeping
It’s the rehearsal of rest and I play
My part, till the darkness creeps in
Then I see multicoloured ripples
Through the water they drift me away
The moleculas dance happy rituals
Escourt me to where I should lay.
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