The evil eye that watches everything.
All these years,
All those tears,
And you're still following shadows.
What I can't wait to know,
is if you're gonna mess it up again.
It's so unnatural for you to make it right,
It's so hard for me not to watch.
Dressed in black.
With the wind in my face.
One hand in my pocket.
the other holding an unlit cigar.
humming something only I can identify.
And nobody knows exactly why,
but they all turn a second time when leaving.
Learning differently
from the same experience,
that's when you define who you are.
And you can amuse yourself,
(discreet smiles that hide in black beards)
remembering cartoons of your childhood,
specially,
with a gun in your hand.
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