En Saco Roto

I keep the pain in a torn and wilted sack
Where love can no longer coexist.
I stash my sorrows in the years I’ve let go
And waste away in my uncertain future.

I carry the tragic weight of life
Like the stick I have to measure with.
What my eyes record each day
And slowly incorporate into my life.

And so it goes, I play the clown here
I’m the lover over there, I’m like a mannequin
That just goes along so time can pass by.

I’ll walk among the moved crowd
I’ll wrap myself in their vices and virtues,
I’ll endure like a witness who couldn’t
Sing his time only in praise and happiness.