Belongings

Sit for 32 knots

To know that nothing belongs to me.

Fellers from all over
Moving onto their exceptional path,
Come with your desert hidden in pockets
And cocaine in you ass.
Buy wafers, fruits or computers
Or smoke weed inside bars.

But, but
Read the sign at every crossing,

Please take your belongings. 

Hatred when you see the face
Of Whom you loved once.

And you come and wait at my cage.
Try abusing me to lumps.

Well, I heard it's written on the sun
And read it on every crossing,

Please take your belongings. 

The friends that I made
Sold addictions and good times.

But now when I turn back the page
Measuring how old is your wine,
Lets party with this sign,

Please take your belonging.

21 April 2019