Poesia (18.1)

A part

A wish of happiness

That has never been so sincere,

A deep wish of happiness

That people would claim

That shouldn’t come in tears.

Hopping for the better.

Tired of this whole story.

Moving as fast as I can

But not trying at all;

I’m moving with the wind blowing

My face

As I never believed

I’d be capable of.

Cheering for the best

Of all the human involved

In this messy disagreement of gentlemen.

And rooting for new beginnings.

For the new beginnings of us

Apart.