The Corner

why did you give me the option?
what did you see in myself?
It seems I´m dirty all over
It seems I´m surely not ready,
not yet.

I have sinned
I have sinned
yet I have never been punished
I have never been told
to stop searching for more.
Being this my thick confession
it is nothing but a yawn
composition for salvation
an excuse to BE for sure.

And if Grammar always suits me,
please forgive me, oh, my Lord;
I can cry from my below
just to sink this tiny cup.
Do not be mercy, that is forbidden
in this little game of mine:
can´t you see that this is burning
and the world is passing by?

And

in the end

the corner is the meaningful course

not the line

not the straight line.