A LETTER TO MR. SMITH
[caio.b]

Hey Mr. Smith
Before we know the meaning
of lifetime word
We’d played a lot of games
Our backyard,
I’m sorry, Sir,
but it was so full of
sorrows

And I can’t deny
that a walk at the
London’s Cemeteries
Might help me find
in an instant
The exact feeling
I’m sorry, Sir,
but I feel
so alive

And I felt so full of those colors
You seem to see just in black and white
I saw the silvery moon
Just lighting my bed
Just lighting my head

Doubts
Lies
Secrets
In my head
My sick head
The reality in my eyes
Fantasies
And
Dreams
Just for this life

Oh, I’m sorry, sir,
But we won’t come back