slow ride

Mon, 09/16/2013 - 21:00 -- Aloya15


People staring mad irritated of they're lifes going fast,

i put up my music untill the full blast,

they dont take a breake to smillie,

i even look at the clouds and give them a complement,

because getting home the law firms of the government,

terrify my happines by they're high prices in my necessities,

also by  losing my dream about those colleges.

The power of playing like those guitar heros that sound every day in the radio,

not having enough papers,not having a future 

i slow the speed, i slow my mind, and i show my pride,

that im enjoing this last slow ride.



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