About words, about me

Nobody, i am!
Just writing, my things …
My writing, hmmmm …
Like sightseeing,
a city, a bridge …
You see all, but nothing …
Travelling in a shuttle, thru the city …
At night, in the dark, blindfolded eyes, darkness you see …
My writing, my life …
Nobody, that’s me …
Darkness, mystery,
Arrogant and relaxed,
The King of my self!
Don’t care about what you think,
It’s not talking, its‘ writing!
Don’t ask a book,
It’s biting …
Stupid words rollin …
Rollin, rollin …
Smoking? Yes!
Cigarettes?
Only for tuning …
Need to be calm,
Otherwise i kill someone …
Or two … Or three …
So i write,
Stupid things like this …
You need to smoke,
to know what i mean …
Smoke, to stay calm,
Relaxed, under the sun …
Like a Lion, but an old one …
Forty degrease, africa …
Lying under the tree
and know, I am King …
Still a Lion,
Even if laying,
Stoned, under the tree …
Even the Lion,
It’s part of my name …
Words … Writing …

Words, just written …
Strange things …
Rollin … Rollin …

Vincenzo Dei Leoni