Alone with the plan

The door is closed and the lights dim

When I look into the future of this adventure.

Only alone I see the reason,

the hidden underwater thread

Passing idle

Through my days and my hands.

I wish it was passing through my head.

Chocolate grip

The noise of these data is killing me

One dot at the time,

Shooting on the blank space.

Lack of order and lack of grip

On this rushing days

Condense in chocolate abuse.