Medium Shot
And the infinity pool table with one hand.
Afternoon strange,
And a desire that he fled away.
Dust, mess, a gray living room,
In which direction I will drive out the
Dust from my thoughts? And how many mysteries
With few powers that my condition gives me.
Looking a bit 'stale,
That window should open.
Canvas ruined,
And the frame totally consumed.
Dust, too many memories, it is better to be deaf
And maybe it is too late to remove the
Powder by the gears, from the faces of the wise
With the few advantages it gives me that my condition.
Do not look for me, that I do not recognize