Not of my business

Get comfortable with your life,

Close the door behind your back

And do your best to forget

Those last couple of minutes

In which you felt awkward.

Drink coffee for breakfast,

Maybe get a salad for lunch;

Understand that a human life

Can be reduced to his next meal

And try to not make it a big deal.

Take the elevator,

Press the button,

Try to organize your hair,

Try to make yourself look good

Cause you never know

When you need to look good,

Those moments just appear

From nowhere and let you down

As many times as it feels to,

As many times as you deserve it

For not having bought that tie,

Those shoes,

That yellow t-shirt you even got

To try last Tuesday at the mall.

Get rid of the photographs that

You don’t like at all,

Get rid of the letter that

Arrived too late,

Get rid of the questions that

You couldn’t answer when

You were a teenager;

Get rid of yourself from

Time to time,

Don’t let the nostalgia

Install in your kitchen,

Don’t let the past cover

The walls of your room,

Don’t let your frustrations

Whisper to your right ear;

If you even get lazy with

Your internal cleaning,

I’m sure that you don’t

Deserve your job,

Your future,

Your family,

Your dreams,

The energy you get

Every single morning,

The memories you got

With that lady that could

Had been your true love.

Get up from your bed,

Brake up with your girlfriend

And make it clear that it

Was all her fault,

That you did your best

To keep her around,

Make her get into some

Real reflection,

Into some real crisis;

Make it burn,

Make her hate you,

Make her remember that life

Isn’t supposed to be nice

To people,

Make her feel again,

Make her wake up

And cook some pancakes

Just for herself,

Make her understand that

Her tears means nothing,

That the world keeps spinning

And you’re already hanging out

With another nice lady,

Starting another adventure

With chaos as final destination.

Get out of your bed,

Enter some unknown bar,

Talk to some unknown people,

Take a look at the woman

On a blue dress,

Get her a drink

And offer her a little talk;

Ask her which her passion is,

Tell her about that novel you’ve

Been trying to write for the last

Couple years,

Lit a cigarette,

Let the smoke get up to your brain,

Make fun of her eyelashes,

Tell her something nice

About her personality that

She might have not even noticed.

Don’t smile too much at her,

Women don’t really like

Men who smile all the time

Cause they’re not looking for

Happiness;

Women discovered a long time ago

That happiness is a goal that

Can only be achieved in loneliness

And that security only leads to harassment;

Women are looking for something else

And I’m pretty sure that nobody

Really knows what is it,

So we all give it a try,

Get in the game and make a bet

That, most of the times, we’re

Not prepared to lose;

So forget about that

And just make her laugh

For a while,

Invite her to another drink,

To spend the night

At your place

With jazz music as

Background.

Be a mess,

Brush your teeth,

Go back to bed and

Have some dreaming,

A nightmare isn’t never

As bad as it seems at first,

Just think about her enough

And it will turn as boring as

Choose your clothing

Every single morning.

Surprise yourself,

Read a book of your

Favorite author

And criticizes it

With cruelty,

Become your

Favorite author

And your worst critic,

Become a rebel against

Your orders and not let

Yourself know it until it is

Too late to turn back.

Get comfortable with your life,

Buy a new couch,

Watch the soccer match,

Repeat your favorite movie,

Keep going with your untied shoes,

Share a beer with an old friend

And feel that future is waiting

To stab you when you fall asleep;

Do whatever you want

With the free time you get

But let me out of your problems,

Of your sadness,

Of your black list,

Of yours visualization of

A better future;

Let me out of your dirt,

I’ve enough with mine.

By: Juan José Cadena D.