The time to be innocent is over

It's time to react, when the clock of doubts wakes me up.
There is no turning back when the conscience drinks its coffee.
I can't believe in loves that feed on indifference, not to mention the hours of absence.
Tears must fall before my sanity abandons its calm.
The imprudence of loving blindly is another strategy of madness to assassinate our confidence in having a space to educate clumsiness.
Time is a jailer who does not know the law or the rules of silence to keep his penalties.
Today I can't believe you no matter how much my heart tells me "In this now you are alone".
I would like to swear that without you I will be fine, but I have not yet learned to be unfaithful to the honesty that walks barefoot in the corners of my head.
Time has turned its back on me, now I am only a simple writer of the achievements of my sadness.
I also forgot long ago that my strength was weakened by the chains of your eyes that tied me to the same time and date that I met your perverse tricks.
It has become a habit to give a few coins to the mediocrity of your debts, which left me on the road of your dismal history.
I thought that this time I would learn from past falls, but now I realize that to be wrong there is no university or school.
Time is a teacher without a theory of the word, dictating at its frenetic pace an illiterate anecdote.
I have to be more agile to face the theories of a feeling that a beautiful woman injected me in the place where thousands of promises existed before.
The time to fail has expired too, as it expires to be of the heap another deluded person who does not believe in differences.
You may be a queen in the wastelands of your lands, but I also have the same pride that with your attitudes you manage.
I will forget what you owe me, but I ask you please forget what I once owed you too.
Before we both make decisions and also our suitcases.