I give a pen to my writing hand on a public place
Before that I was sitted, observing the street and some walkers
I´m not the only one on a table alone holding my chin
And it´s not a break, I choose where I stay and so I´m here
Sometimes I mind, sometimes not what this passengens think now
Some stareing eyes crossing my sight but I´m not so shy, somehow
A talking beautiful girl, a not-so-thin man both wordful and secure
A waiting line with some people buying or paying bills I´m not sure
Lots of couple dating, argueing or waiting for friends whose are late
We are almost all the same, some blood, some veins, some enclosured soul, some fate
What make us so unique at last, the slower, the fast, our worst, our best
What make us so loveable, or else so hateable, each goal behind each past
Sporty, elegant, contemporaneous, dirty, pleasant, gourgeous
A bit in each one, a lot in some, we´re just ovulous and sperm
An uncountable combination of genes, some explained or just seen
And behind or beyond who can tell the only untouchable thing
Brainwashed or not, the (only) truth we really got, our thought, our thought
Behind a kiss, behind a hug, our thought
Behind a fight, behind a shot, our thought
Behind fakeness, behind honesty, our thought
Behind what I feel, behind what I see, my thought
Behind what I love, behind what I write, my thought
Behind what you listen, behind what you got, your thought
Behind or beyond, we long with our thought