Miami- Sao Paulo

This is when fear leaves
Wrapped in a moist sheet
Before departing yet again
Where silence and sadness used to stay
I will find the will to grow up and act
I do not possess the heart of a gambler
Yet now is the time to speak the names
Of goals, to turn from the selfish soul
Floating freely in a direction that makes sense, without guarantees or foresight;
This is as close to Vegas or Wall Street
As I