CONSEQUENCES

There are days that I wanted to disappear and forget.

Take from me everything that makes me suffer

I wanted to run far and never stop.

Why even the air is hard to breathe

Today is those days that even words left me

And everything they believed in me doubted

The prison is in my chest with my thoughts

And the pain I feel will not leave me in no time.

Feel alone in a crowd

Can not hear reason only the heart

Try to touch or just look, think and wait

Something that can be or can never arrive

We are free to choose everything you want

But prisoner of the consequences of everything you do

But we are not free to choose what we feel

And this is impossible to hide or to lie to yourself.

ANDERSON SILVEIRA LOPES