fatigue surrounds me
and lays on the winter whitening mountains top
inside a little pain is growing
and I feel the need to ask for a ceasefire
a ceasefire from each and every thorn
from every rain drop
from each pearl of frost
from every tear
and then
and then
I think about the heart beating in my chest, slowly
I think about the sun in the wind shining
I think and I smile
I know I can recognize the lowest rock
I know I can walk the driest trail
in this forgotten suburban desert
I know I can stay in balance in the void
fatigue surrounds me
and the heart is sinking into another sleepless night
yet I know that hope is looking for me
it's time to get back on the track
at the intersection with the possible
soon we will meet
again
Marco Bo
Nessun commento:
Posta un commento