Hypocrite Poem by Luca Menin

As your eyes blur, moving in the light
Why you said I'm a hypocrite?
When you are the ones that not listen & sleep of convictions.
Uncertain beliefs and of sorrow lives, you conceive.
Of the object, we live.
On my right water, I left.
Empty I forget.
Sphere shell
Spices and tea
Raspberry tins.
And, if the night is only an empty space.
To be fill of dreams
A circle of biting tails
Exited like a child smile of counted innocent's teeth.