November, 26th, 2023
That's an effort one could only get
through discipline,
I've been feeling like a writing machine
in the past few days.
Since November 14th
To be more exact.
I didn't expect giving birth to so many poems
While working every day and planning my future.
Sometimes I write in traffic, on the bus
Or even on the street,
Whenever an idea comes to mind,
I gotta seize it right away or else it dies.
If I'm supposed to be a machine
In this goddamn nation
I'mma build myself up
As a machine of creation.
The moment I leave this place for good
I think I'll be able to change my mood
And be a happier machine,
Though my goal isn't to become happy per se
But to step up my game, ride the highest waves
Say goodbye to this country of kings and slaves!
