@Shakand
Your breath is sweet
Your eyes are like two jewels in the sky
Your back is straight your hair is smooth
On the pillow where you lie
But I don't sense affection
No gratitude or love
Your loyalty is not to me
But to the stars above
One more cup of coffee for the road
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go.
To the valley below.
Your daddy he's an outlaw
And a wanderer by trade
He'll teach you how to pick and choose
And how to throw the blade
He oversees his kingdom
So no stranger does intrude
His voice it trembles as he calls out
For another plate of food.
One more cup of coffee for the road
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go.
To the valley below.
Your sister sees the future
Like your mama and yourself
You've never learned to read or write
There's no books upon your shelf
And your pleasure knows no limits
Your voice is like a meadowlark
But your heart is like an ocean
Mysterious and dark.
One more cup of coffee for the road
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go.
To the valley below.
Bob Dylan
@Shakand I learned something today I just realize that sometimes you don't want to hear how good you are, sometimes, you just want to feel blue! Even when the words you hear it comes from a place of sincerity and probably you know it it is possible that the greatness shit you hear, could be right, and you agree, give the smile, saying thank you but... it is not a time to feel great about it cuz the circumstances You just need to feel it and through the anxiety, stop breathing for a second, drink a good young wine, smoke a cigarette very slow, scream a little bit, perhaps let two or three tears fells down. your body recognize the courage you need to have not physical contact with the wall, don't get a sleep for two nights, see your clock and watch the time go by, pretend to listen people,...
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