awake

How hard can it be
To sleep among the threes
And dream about sailing
In deep and tranquil seas?

Oh, the hours!
They still crushing me
Eating, devouring
The seconds I'm used to seeing

Nothing I can do
To change this history
But write silly words
On this bed, among the sheets

Ilustração
http://www.fotolog.com/compulsive
Poema:
é meu mesmo, siô