writing writing

writing writing
writing down
the thoughts that fly in and around my obtuse
head

i am really thirsty for this
done learning start burning
time to let the sinking go
forth from my not-so-forthright
father’s son
sitting down and take it slow

welcome to the vortex
maybe if it is not so
the way we wanted to grow,
not so fucked up at all
but unabashed and feeble try
to paint the world perceived of mine