LOSING THE RHYME and my mind.


It's a perfect weather, 
Windy, foggy and gray
And I ask myself whether
I will find my way
Going through these hills
My hands and my heart get cold
And the silent noise of my wheels
Reminds me I'm getting old...
I still wait for your call
But the wind brings me back
And puts me against the wall
I have built to hide my feelings
My sorrow, my Love...
I guess I'll lose the rhyme
I feel I have lost what was mine
I've lost you and  all my pride.