of a false infinite

and that there is never time
and that we must run
people say

run roll slide
 like pebbles scattered on the trail
between the littleness and the nothingness

and so we roll and we go
we do not know where, how and when

and then people say
a day without saying thanks tastes of infinite
a day without  holding hands tastes of infinite
a day without looking into each others eyes tastes of infinite

so
what are we going to do?
what will we declare?
 we do not know we do not ask
we do not associate ourselves nor adapt ourselves ,
neither we are apt
not
nothing else we know

and  in the traffic jam, among the crowd
people say
it has never happened before
that a human being
say I love you
before starting the journey

and yet we try
yes it is true that one day with an I love you  sang into  the wind,
has the bitter taste of fragile, precarious and finished
but better a day like so

a better a day like so
then a lifetime wasted under the thin veil
of a false infinite

Marco Bo