Two hours later...

Well I went and came. Nothing changed, but the time I was with Amaury and Gab was nice, and Alex rocked. At least I laughed and had a good listen. Here is something that was on my mind all the way staring at the window...

Clouds act like catchers

they play at getting all the lightballs

blinding my steps... killing the long view...

I barely see the top of my nose,

and I'm supposed to preview the future tense

building something for the next 50-60-70 years

while I can't even get a day straight.

This play is eating all my senses

surrounding me borders - These fences

are statics shocking my brain...

-80 hopes of living, right now

picture myself like another tip

which the outside layer burned

laid and waiting in the ashtray...