Insurance

There´s a strange conception in this affair,
Cause seems to be impossible to bear without insurance…
Apparently, a soothing feeling of effortless restraint,
About a kind of employment with a sense of enduring.


Tradition has its ironic ways…
It seems to begin with vow of confidence,
But always ends in a testimony of distrust,
Only to assure a feeling of being the first…

Well, this jail is made of words and agreement,
But maybe the mind couldn´t be always in agreement with the words,
Cause the patio is full of Worlds…