UNTITLED 3
Yesterday,
As my troubles seemed so far away
I forgot which direction to take,
The best way for me to make
Goodwill in my existence.
I wish I had the key,
But I am just the young researcher,
Perhaps the great pretender
Of the knowledge that is being.
Once upon a time there was a surfer
Who found his most perfect wave,
But it was just too perfect.
As he paddled in the tranquil water
He realised that it would not be the day,
So he waited and let the sea
Decide the best condition
For his condition to surf in.
Fernando Jarabo y Lorenzo