Dont worry my friend, i will be fine

i got my pocket full of cigs and a half glass of wine

the words that i spoke makes me glad that  i can hear

i was told that im a man, and  a man cries no tears. 

i read a poem that other night, that made me feel alive

it was an ocean of feelings that i was too afraid to dive

but a poet in some place could take off my dust

because poetry is what a poet does.

 

i wouldnt have put my money, in me turning twenty five

because since i was a child i felt like a bee with no hive

and besides that some days ive been hungry, sad and thirsty

in a closing of my eyes, im glad im going thirty.

 

im gratefull, and thankfull for my friends and my brain

and in a poetry way for the leavers and the pain

ive been in love, ive been accepted and rejected

and my god knows that my life has not turn out like i'd have spected.

 

But i got a lot of time and a lot of books to read

so i really dont think that im gonna put a bullet in me head

i  still need a lot of time, to be some people's lover

so dont worry, my good friend, my game is yet not over.