it is warm and breezy,
and i sit outside in the white bench smoking a cigarette.
thers an inpenetrable wall blocking the doors.
what do i want? what do i adore?
i put a smile on my face, but a frown on the floor.
i doesnt happen that offten, im usually doing well.
i sit outside, but i can not dicet my mind.
no real thoughts penetrate.
love,fear,confusion,happiness,sadness,hate!
just words, but their empty ? ? ? ? ? ?