In 15 minutes I'll get off the mic
I have the verses counted,
It's like sitting under a
tree to see birds migrate that predict
Storm. I do not know when
nor how
because I never cared about the answers
but for the questions. For example, tomorrow
I take an exam that is not important to
nobody and I have that occupation in my blood
as if carrying a child. Sorry, I lost the
thread, now I have less than 20 blocks left
and the poem is a cage from which I
calls a cricket.
I don't know how or when or if I can
that's why I know that yes
Yes, I can.
Because my soul is full of questions.
And only the question sets you free.