Troublesome mind.

Just take a look at the sky above

and feel guilty because you can't

-in any way-

turn as happy as the sun turned a few seconds ago

and feel a little cold

as the sunbeams avoid the road you're standing on

Trying to persuade yourserlf to be realistic

seems to be useless as time keeps on going by

and your mind, still obstinate, loves to remind

memories that fell in

-fortunately-

the deepest well of your soul

But don't panic! -not yet-

because it can become worst:

when the night strikes back with its darkness

and the feeling of solitude can be found

between the pleats of your bed sheet
there will be that shadow
that won't allow you to sleep until
you have cried the very last tear of your troublesome mind

Punkt, Punkt, Punkt, ich mag kein Punkt