Gust of wind

They pass like gusts of wind Putting us in the nothingness. They say: It’s just a joke But when does it stop?

And when they become true that’s when the problems come We must lie and pretend the laughing,we must prevent

They spit them in our faces Claiming they’re mature They fake being discreet My wound is in heat

They stay like rocks in the ocean Inflicting upon us the nonexistent They say: it’ll drop But, in the end, they’ll never stop

Nelly