I hear them calling to me,

where did your positive heart go?

Didn’t you say you had a soul.

It’s seems your just very cold.

Starting to the get old.

They point and laugh,

can’t help but get mad.

The darkness creeps in,

happiness thin.

Joy, now a days seems like a sin.

They stare while you spin.

Stumble and fall, eat the floor,

everyone loves to see you sore.

Nothing makes sense,

lost the vision.

Heading toward extension.

Who knows what comes next.

God knows, everything seems like a test.

Fighting for some rest.

-M.Fernández

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