I DO NOT WANT TO STORE ETERNAL FRUITS

In the morning, still sleepy, I wake up
For a few moments I wonder if I'm smiling and not crying
I'm looking for answers that make sense to my life.
For I am lost, stopped, wearied with so much injustice
That falling on me I can not get up to leave
So, I pray a prayer, I ask in praise, I can feel myself
And already in the afternoon I walk through streets, alleys, alleys, solitude!
The sun is gone, moonrise and return to sleep
In the sleep of the night to know if sleep will raise me in the new dawn so that I can bear fruit ...