Holden Caulfield

Yesterday I wanted to talk to my self from ten years ago
But he refused saying he didn't talk to strangers
I'm not fit to be a servant
And I must be one to live safely
Turning my failures into a bed
The most indigestible text I remember
After the 'No rain, no rainbow' thing, horrendous
There are smiles I don't understand and it pisses me off
Like thinking that someone else hears
The things they don't tell me
Patience loses diplomacy if it doesn't call
And its absence already takes up more space than me in bed
Every time I leave home it's to see if something satisfies it
And it's funny, the sea is closer to me than the pharmacy
I made Venice out of my emotional drought
Sweetening my lips as in lactation phases
It's because of the goddess who guards my shortcomings
If she takes something, let it be time, if she gives something, let it be importance
No, there is no uncertainty
My erections and my depressions still bear her name
If she wants a summit, tell her where, I'll give her my solitude
And the bad habits of any man
Are voids larger than my dark circles of arousal
I don't know how to be stable, in this prison of flesh
But my pride is giant and makes me capable of dying
As long as I don't give the pleasure to another idiot to kill me

I arrived in your life, like a corpse floating to the shore
And you in mine, like a seagull
With broken wings looking for food
When it comes to being late, I'll be punctual
I'm also good at being disliked
When alcohol is responsible for my social life
And they can't shut me up with a 'We need to talk'
Today if I decide to win over my bad side, I will
Even if it means stealing or selling
I could tie the tightrope with the ties I cut
And thus change things I said for things I actually thought
I doubt they see me as a dog tied to a leash
With no other idea than to be as they want me to be
And usually in matters of pleasing I don't even bother
And I even skip being brave because without fear there's no risk
I should be so many things but it comforts me
To know that if I were them, I wouldn't be me
If today only the pressure remains from the air
And it's as if they took Central Park away from New York