The race

Do I have to live till the end of this day?

Can I purchase my own betrayal?

Can I run till I faint?

Is my love permanent?

Am I an indigent?

When I fell, was it from the sky?

Do I have a time to reply?

Can my heart be forever yours?

Should I curse my own sour?

And when the time ends, will you remain?

And when my chest shines, will make it your domain?

When I take the horror potion, will you forgive me in devotion?

When I tear up the whole space, will you redecorate?

Always writing about deserts.

Wish I could describe inexistent concepts;

Fight monsters instead of people,

Be something instead of a crippled.

Travel through air, hearts and musics.

Dance in life, beliefs and publics.

Ride the train of dreams, waiting for days that's to come,

Run for optimistic thoughts, destroying my old home.