Maleable

They are not grimaces
It's a lack of letters
It's not my countenance
They are wandering faces

Those that transit through my nerves
Reasons in captivity
I try to write them down
But for that, there are no words

I already found in the place
Where I shouldn't have looked
I found it knowing it would be better
If I hadn't found it

My face manifests the essence of the abstract
From my mind a scribble that distorts the gesture of my face
And like I scratch that guitar persuading the repair
Of this same face already so strange for for for

They point at me with their finger
What they say created me
I found it in the place
Where I shouldn't have looked

I found it knowing that
It would be better if I hadn't found it
Because an undefined face
Is guilty of being a shadow of the lost world
Already malleable to whoever commands