I'm thinking in God.
I'm thinking on a stick been cracking by a kid.
I'm thinking on a bird been killed by a stroke.
I'm thinking on a pen, doesn't writing what I want.
I'm thinking on a book, with white pages on a shell.
I'm thinking in the time, not been on a line.
I'm thinking on a board, full of worlds of a young boy.
I'm thinking in the fact, that I feel kind of lost.
I'm thinking on a voice, yelling from my throat,
saying curses to my soul.
I'm thinking on an end.
On an final point, on a salty tear,
on a bitter smile, on a cigarette... yeah on a cigarette.
I'm thinking that I need... that I need to smoke.
I'm thinking on a show, neon lights and the applause.
I'm thinking on a piano.
I'm thinking on a song.
I'm thinking on an empty city of flying cards.
On a letter not been write.
I'm thinking on you... not thinking on me.
Because on an empty letter posted in your mind you're free to restart your soul by writing all the words yo need to express from yourself and don't have to be aware of the meaning that a powerful mind presents.
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