Good morning... yeah, whoever you are.

Where it supposed to be,

when it changed, whatever you can say...

speaking some...

but i stopped listening,

tell me all about it,

got the constant question,

but i wish i knew which is it...

keeping myself in wonder,

my new caffeine this morning,

im not spinning...

you don't have me spinning,

stiff.

Not juicy, not even close... tasting bitter.

Trapped? Don't know what you're saying.

Where's my little doll?

Am I just feeling the heat?

Dear; dearest... maybe too rushy.

Hey! i can't give you the blame.

I wanna hold it for me.

Something for me to think often.

Sounds in a wider space.

Mine.

But.

Sudden eyes waving up and down.

The street called me to step on it...

and not to walk by the side...

she wants my feet touching its ground.

even though they are too sloppy to hear 'em

when i marched my raisising race...

but no toward.

Pretty and beautiful... constants that i can't keep on my speech.

so omnipresent - taking the given blur.

and the story that you told me every night

before i went to bed...

i wanted to sleep, your voice on my ears.

It's a loving not there... just for the ride to my rutine.

Thanks... cause i love that i can keep a thank you smile...

when all the words are still stored on my head.