one day i'll understand
everything will be free
the difference between prose and poetry

since when were poems allowed not to rhyme?
one day i'll understand

somehow the curiosity raises

beneath the cooler depths of my skin
and then it quickens
through my bood

hot.

they come like shooting daggers
never too quick to stab the beating
of the corazon that lies
it lies.

one day i'll understand

the tide ebbs and flows
it sickens the soul to see the grotesque moonlight bathe
shamelessly bathe alone
wet with guilt and dried of tears

the emotion is too overwhelming
it knows exactly where to go
where to hit the hardest
the precision is impeccable...too much risk.

everything will be free
and one day
i'll understand

it diffuses within and there's nothing it doesn't
become a part of
the journey tells all
the scars are just marks of the voyage
traveling so swift and silent
dead.

in all one rush it's back again
the curiosity
the moonlight
the precision...oh the precision

it knows.

everything will be free
one day i'll understand.