the land that no one promised

under this grey suburban sky wandering alone
where nobody knows your name
where you don't know anyone's name
where stories begin and never end

wandering 
to the land where salvation is alive
since nobody knows about the beginning of other people story
and no one is waiting for The End
  or any end
 
and then
stripped of all claims, presumption and resentments 
to the land that no one promised
wandering
ever
 and again

 Marco Bo