Poem: Feeling distressed, by Matteo Castellani

I’m about to go
I don’t know
Scared the shit out

Calling names
No ones out
Just about to go
I don’t know
Who am I
So I’m out

No one’s there for me
to be free
For in symphony

I’m in love
No heart feelings to be sold

Call me out
Tell a joke
Pinched to the core

Let the feeling flow
Than it drops to be
We are symphony

Rolling river
Trimming fever
Gold and ice
Are too at ease
Blending minds
Logging in

Be the steady
Be your dream
Tell me loud
I’ve screwed in

Miss your voice
Miss your dreams
Your perfume and your shish

Lost the game, lost the sorrow
I’ve gained and have loosed
Lost the borrow, lost the game

Let us loose to be free again

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