not a dumb

I'm not a dumb
Those birds flaw a circle around their heads
The cup turned itself to dry
Some liquid sense of death sticks between my fingers
It's might wrong, who knows?
And those knees, they were waiting for a next life
but the guru made off with my money
and whole his fortune-telling charisma
however, roads became too wide
so i could get lost in a second
so i could find my self fortunately unable
and that smell of success
it couldn't even make me instantly high
he's found in a mess
and that famous direction to everywhere has arrived to a pointless meaning note
they're wide enough for a human
they're wide enough and i'm not a dumb
and Saturday nights he used to play his life in cards
and every dawn he spends his material success in a love lottery
where you can buy nothing but love pieces
and flesh pieces and vulgary broken bones
where your money can't buy a shit
they can't buy even a needless shit
and you're coming back home
and you've lost your life for paper kings and queens
who find theirselves so easy to be absent
and while counting fingers you cannot find
a better game to be spread
three nights before i've listened your lullaby by luck
as i was driving along the central avenue
it's been a lifetime
since those three days before
no same thing can be recognized
and i was driving a car along the central avenue
i'm a walker no more
trees on the pavement are just a grey mass
they don't smell, they don't narrate, they don't make a man longed to recall
i may am a bastard
but i am not a dumb