Estefano Molina

As I sit here
in this desk
I'm here but not here
People come in and out
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My stomach is full once more
I offered a stranger a drink
he deserved it
After a bottle of Tequila he was no stranger
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I have no dining table
no need for one
I eat on my only piece of furniture
I sleep on it as well
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Today I 'am forced to write
this paper listens
better than people
Because today remembers yesterday
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It was an unusually cool morning
We walked on the road's shoulder
Heavy bags on our backs
I followed close behind
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I rest my head on the ground
Hypnotized by the blades of a ceiling fan
Hollow silence, a deafening sound
Escaping this life within a fantasy I ran
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I enjoy it
Those few seconds
Here she comes
Looking as beautiful as ever
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My father always stayed up at night
I would go to sleep
Asking if I could join him
But would send me to bed
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She was tired of it
Living like this
And so was I
But I've always lived like this
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In the engine room working
Behind the curtain plotting
Under the table scheming
All seems tranquil from this distance
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One of three lovers
Of the three,
One of two conspirators
Of the three,
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I used to get paid Friday
Spent my check by Monday
Woke up early
And arrived late
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As it comes it goes
So I closed the doors
In a safe place
The keys I misplaced
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I was lucky enough
To wake up this morning
And with my own eyes
See the sunrise
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I let my thoughts wonder sometimes
Let it create impossible situations
Just to see how crazy I' ve become
or how insane I can get
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Since things have gone astray
I guess I've pushed some away
Spending whole days
Locked away in my apartment
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I guess I'm not needed here
The people have spoken
And one must follow the crowd
Or risk being pushed aside
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Last night was a long one
I sat at the coffee table
Took a few hits from the bong
(helps with the insomnia)
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I'm left with my junk
Notebooks and old writings
Books yet to be opened
Guitars that need to be tuned
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Sleep deprived
Stayed up late last night
Waiting for the silence
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