Urgando en las heridas

3.7

could you run a little faster
while I have pieces of glass
stuck into my feet?

could you smoke in my face
while I feel how my lungs
turn into black sand?

could you let me fall from here
while I think that my bag
is a parachute?



could you play my song
while a failure switches
my voice off?

could you still be yourself
while I have to change what
I like the most?!