you can afford to swing in the wind when the fingers of morning open their eyes my face was late for its smile my eyes are drinking their own tears you can afford to look at the sun when the stunning colours of evening come my hands are nursing madness again the drawing fails once again tonight you can afford again and again just as always afford to tell yourself fall asleep little boy on ypur own shoulder fall asleep and you'll miss nothing /M.P/
Good stuff maruta, i like the contrast between you (the speaker anyways) and the boy. Also the images and general word usage were very nicely done.
