Waiting for my own confession
Here being still misunderstood
Tonight i dedicate my compassion
Feeling not vulnerable and almost fearless
And neither perplexed...
Maybe... i guess
Probably rejected
Because i foresee my good deeds in vain
Sometimes sincerity is not welcome...
Specially if one´s express his pain
And so there is not somebody for someone...
Even if you are an honest bachelor
Therefore useless to say:
i am not a lustful or a promiscuous sailor
This thought i use to remind me of L.A
Where i was deeply beloved
And regarded as true and honourable man