Envejeciéndome

I saw you fall from a picture or was it me who didn't grow
who am I to tell you who is someone to say it
if I'm not seeing, I'm living
and my story is my choice

How much is time worth
if I spend it aging
being happy is not too much
unless you want to see another day go by

You felt the cold in your bones and the scream that was never heard
It bounces in my conscience and I swallow its experience
I go improvising drawing a path with my flavor