Haja Terapia

There's something calm and shallow in this deep bed
Some days the salt seeps through the world's walls
The uneven water highlights the contours of the hours
And a continuous line blends the taste of dawns
Gnaw and burst

Sometimes life is a road with no shoulder
Some days the Sun shatters the windows in the room
I've been trying to hear the words you don't say
The clothes rack in the room looks like a scarecrow
Just another slip-up

The lunatic demon perches on the burning cathedral
I learned to recognize the serpent by the gold of its scales
Half the things he says make no sense at all
And the other half, I’d rather not have heard
Should've left by now

But there's something of flower and asphalt in these grim times
The play is already in its third act and the actors are quite lost
I don't know at what point on the road we lost the poetry
I found the clearest metaphor that would fit me today
To avoid the nausea

I dressed in the walls of the house while the wolf howled outside
Some days time drags, and some days the day lingers
I opened the window knowing the wind wouldn't knock me down
I've been trying to escape the news of the day
Bring on the therapy

But there's something of flower and asphalt in these grim times
The play is already in its third act and the actors are quite lost
I don't know at what point on the road we lost the poetry
I found the clearest metaphor that would fit me today
To avoid the nausea

I dressed in the walls of the house while the wolf howled outside
Some days time drags, and some days the day lingers
I opened the window knowing the wind wouldn't knock me down
I've been trying to escape the news of the day
Bring on the therapy