So many tables in so many bars
so many glasses and so many filths in them
so many broken dreams
so many frustrations
so many broken hearts
so many lusts
so many gazes
so many smiles
so much loneliness

things lost
things found

and what for?
have all those sorrows taught you anything?
are you still looking for the same tastes? the same pleasures?
are they useful if
you were so drunk that you can't even remember them?

take all those things
crush them and shape them into a ball
and keep it
because at the end of the day
is the only thing you have

it doesn't exist the love you dreamed about
neither does exist the magic you thought you had

so the only thing that is left
is to take that ball
to take it very strongly
and to crush it and to squeeze it
every time
you make a decision

and still like that
you will keep looking in tables of bars
and glasses and broken dreams
and lusts and broken hearts
and you will find smiles and you will find gazes
and you will lose things and you will find others

and at least you're not alone anymore
now you have your ball