you move in one direction

you move in one direction
and the body does not react

you stop to think
and the head does not want to hear

you put yourself in listening mode
and the signal is already off

and then you convince yourself
 that you cannot change much
even if you want to change
since basically nothing can change
since you had no choice even before starting

you move in one direction
and the body does not want to
and yet
and yet before evening comes
somehow you arrive to an end
a fragile cycle
a small migration
a link in the chain
human being

human being
a dream of immense in a fragile shell

human being
immeasurable presumption
of yoking the infinite as an animal to train

human being
castaway with a captain look
boots in the mud and on the face a bit 'of sun
like so are we all miserable kings naked and lost in the suburbs of the world
turned inside out like forgotten old gloves

like so we are
and nothing else we know

nothing else we know

you move in one direction
and the body does not react

you stop to think
and the head does not want to hear

you put yourself in listening
and the signal is already off
off..

Marco Bo