Gotta go there

I feel myself unexpressive. Days pass me by and I feel nothing. I can't even express myself in my own language. Maybe that's the point: my own language cannot cover what I mean, all the world I wanna mean, all the words I wanna say. I just can produce love through poetry, not prose, not even in my own language. Yeah, I know I'm getting repetitive. That's the point: English and me were meant to be. I don't even know what it really stands for, but I just feel English as well as I breath. That's why I gotta go there, uncle Sam's land: I gotta go there, really gotta go.

I gotta do my drama
my theather
my life, the play of my own life
I gotta go there.
and that's all.

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