In Empty Phrases – Dan Swano – letras

Here I am in my chamberIn my room full of wordsAlways searching for patterns that will give life to a lineMy poetry is frozen though it’s beginning to meltThe solid form is changing to the liquid of thoughts written downSentence after sentence in a language not mineLoss of point no directionA jigsaw where no pieces fitI envy the writers and the 痤錿s who know the way to the places were poetrygrowThere is no harvest if you never sowSo I beg. steal and borrow wherever I goIf words were like music this would be a bookBut this is not even worth the time that it tookNot even a novel just a self-pity tale written by someone that always willfailSo very fragile inside