I am sober

It rains and I’m sober

Starting with this fixed wonder

Of how much I’m a trouble

And how long must I drown it?

Yes it is true,

Words pass by in silence; my face is not a problem

I sometimes take big steps

I often go back, aside my pillow

And I see my sorrow, Is there any way I can stop it?

Actually I remain day dreaming

About the names of my children and the way they look

And I’ve shivered along the past last two years

From the thought that I’m sober, sober by choice,

Far  from the ones that I’m over.

Really is there any question about me yet?

Mysterious funny looks get to seem odd

But on the other hand, it rains, and I’m sober.

How is it forced to be a sober soul

When it comes of thinking of me?

The one that killed her heart a long time ago,

When the world didn’t embrace a piece?

The same that created an account,

Of all the love she can place?