Love is hard, ungrateful.
Give love when given hate is a gift.
Love puts us down
Whenever we see things differently.
Hate is also hard, but coldness ain't.

School teaches us to methods and discipline,
Jobs expect nothing less than full resilience
(In a deprived robotic meaning),
And we grow and grow
Closer to anything but sensing humans.

Love is weak, fool,
Specially that kind of love
Flowing between cars in traffic,
Houses in neighborhoods,
News on the TV.
That stupid love
When you say sorry after being attacked,
When you return angry with a smile.

Love is painful, today.
Tomorrow, might just be
A light mode of living.

... And the train never arrived.
There are tails and the station
And trains somewhere...
But not here.

Nobody came
And nobody went,
It's just me,
A lone loner,
Trying to blow clouds
With a straw.

There's just me here,
The town is dead
With everything inside.
It's no wonder no train comes.
There's just nothing here.

Anyone knows where to go?