All I see is dust
in every reasonable way of thinking
its silly how come dust spreads surfaces
its a veil to blind the future´s landscape
over my eyes hurting dust
brown dust inside my thougths
outside in the peoples minds
painful barrier
My life is a chain of imposible tasks
steps moving in the wrong directions
and the dust becomes a window glass
to feel the others,
for them to notice whatever soft or colour
over my velvet skin
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