I spend my nights writing stories
Raging and storming inside my head
I can't manage and starting to its end
Again I wrote a bad chapter today
The days goes by, finally I found myself
I found myself revamping the bad chapter
And trying to fix what is broken
But it's not, everything from the past chapter can't be remove and change
Or easily throw papers and burn it to the fire
Or even put marks, saying don't come with it
Think beyond the box and look what you are right now
The mirrors of life, stories I had been writing
You might be there but your not here

They say when you're writing poems you are sad
They say when you're speaking you mean to be heard
They say when you're lost you want to be found
Can you read, hear, and find me?

The winds blew
leaves are dancing and rustling
Season of fall
Then I saw you leaving