The Rest Is Kept Inside

And when we float like the river
We let the sun burn the surface
But deep down is a cold shiver
A symptom not seen on the face.

We fear our kind of remedy
So we soak the flake for longer
We ask for food from nobody
Reject our temper her hunger

I have seen beautiful faces
Wrinkle at the end of their smiles
Our eyes are closed to these cases
We face at the end of the trials.

So when we drown like the river
Would the tide swing by to save us
Or leave us in the mouths of waves?

Leonell