Love Box

I want to talk about love,

but deep in me,

I don't want to do.

I want to talk about love,

as time passed by,

wondering why,

while I was not true.

I got around,

I fought over town,

to search the demon,

that took my thinking,

and trew it far from me.

I have it found,

but I look around,

hoping a help,

that's no near around.

I'm going like in a river,

flowing down in time,

trying a rock to stay on,

and watch the path of mine,

to find the key,

of the treasury box,

that I already own.