Nothing
Man
Sitting down by the fire
Warming up my hands
I’m cooking dinner
And I’m surrounded by cans
Boiled potatoes
Sardines from a can
Poorly fed
‘Cause I’m a humble man
I have no neighbors
I have no one
Live with myself
Though, I can’t run
Nothing
I’m a nothing man
Could have been something
But I’m a nothing man
I can’t recollect my youth
I won’t remember the days
I constantly drown my pain
In several common ways
Wonder off
On people empty paths
Trying to find some children
So I can hear again some happy laughs
But I scare you out
I’m repulsive to your eyes
I’m becoming “one” with the landscape
At least nature has no lies
I’m wasted away
Can’t remember why I ache
I’m a peace of human garbage
Unconcern and a fake
So, what am I doing here
Why am I taking space
Each day I carry my misery on
If I die, no one will remember,
‘cause I’m a man with no face’
Just wait for the hour
Will it be asleep, will it be awake
When will be the day!?
When will I meet fate!?
So I’ll wake up tomorrow
I’ll be drunk a little later
Unhealthy anesthetic
But won’t remember the bitter
Have no rationality
Have no race
I’m not included in time
Not even a dream I can embrace
I can’t weep
I won’t bleed in the outside
For all the grief within
The anger will build up inside
Nothing
I’m a nothingman
Should have been something
But I’m a cracked up man
“ O sentir de um Sem Abrigo “
2.Mar.98
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