in they's like this (days)

In they’s like this..(Days)

When you pay the check,
grab your cote,
leave in silence
And behind the glass see
All your friends,
Then you wonder,

You actually go back to the table where is a closer friend

Give her your belongings and then leave again,
to where?
You actually don't know,
With who? 
You actually don't know,
But you are complete,
You are yourself,
Right at the moment you decide to leave on silence, 
So? 
It is okay,
Now you think 
The night is just began,
Is yours,
No questions,
No answers,
You start a trip through human truth,
Perhaps while you simple walk to the regular gay club at the country side of the struggling united states, 
Some people think that you are crazy or worst,
What you are having an emotional crisis as the latino gay that you are,
But no, 
You don't, 
You are just a free man walking in a free street of a free country side of the south of a free country to the gay bar.

By the Shortfellow
Charlottesville, Virginia, USA.
11/11/11
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