Missing Title

I don't mean to judge your reason
But I must understand why
So far away from the season
Of paintings, drawings and cry

Those years of absence
A great remind of the past 
Without complacence
And I had lost my text

I only need to remember
All my things on the floor
After all, who has the answer?
Maybe by the way you shut the door

Am I the theme of the plot?
And carrying this idea?
Change the path I once thought?
Using my own criteria?

I hope I still can fix
What in my mind goes by
Otherwise, it will mix
In a great delusion why

I must begin again
I feel like a baby in need
And no time for bargain
My heart can build my creed

I can create creativity
Since not lost in a town 
I may want a festivity
If my heart settles down

Clarissa Ayres