Shield me in our nights, in our drinks, hiding, interested in the routine that envelops you, Noting the sparkle in your eyes. Interior silence is eroding the walls of my soul, longing to break with serene questions. Those who confuse the essence with desires and responses with dreams.
The cavity is large to accommodate the life I want, away from the rocks of a rebel target. A deep place where diving between revelations and drinking fill. Epiphanies in search of words who served them with ice to get him drunk, to attach it to the present, that which belongs to men who know what they want.
There is more time for a glass of truth, until you marches to the cycle of days.