Roots

Fast words speaking loudly before getting lost in space
Lifting up the apologies with a grey look chiseled on your face
One small stitch, minuscule and minute
Unraveling the tapestry in seconds with time to chase
Chase it with a tall one, the black hole of guinness
The bubbling remnants of cola and capsules,
Screening over your eyes
A thin layer of regret and nostalgia
A deep ditch of empty loves and lost friends
In the core of your brain,
Where the drugs bypass in vain
Forever to remain in my trips and struggles,
Never to leave the heart of my voice