Tesoros

What could be better
which of my treasures weighs the same
always doomed to sway.

Could never decide
always had her loot nearby
the dream was fleeting, yeah,
one eye open and the other at peace.

An alarm clock rings and he gives life without being God for an old calling,
what would my beast do if it understood that it’s awesome
it wouldn’t stop thinking.

What would be the least
which of my treasures is the greatest
I lean towards doubting
the truth of the adjectives.

An alarm clock rings and he splits in two for an old calling,
what would my beast do if it couldn’t interpret all my ways of looking,
what would my beast do
if it understood that it’s awesome
it wouldn’t stop doubting, no...