My feelings stutter

No concrete target

And all hope falls down the gutter

The mind’s vitals can forget

“Get a grip of yourself”

What thoughts are real?

Put those thoughts on the shelf

“What shelf?” is the trivial

My tank says fill

Cuerpo asks “How do I comprehend the sweat on my hands?”

The body doesn’t work when the mind maintains the ill

Everybody sees and they won’t understand

I was pinpointed by the woman in the distance

She seemed to handle mechanics very precisely

I soon saw my future had faith with persistence

The woman shared her tools with me

She’s the reason I can handle life

Forced me to put up a fight

I grew and the shelf became right

When she realized I didn’t need her anymore, she had to go

But everything she taught me in mind, it’s gonna show

I found the bad book and put it away

After she took care of my mind

And I live with happy days