Going To the Future
Long before I had reached the top
it was written that I should be loyal to the nightmare of my choice;
as for my own guilty terrors,
all of them accompanied me on the road home.
I saw my future as a silent movie,
the most you can already hope from it, is some knowledge of yourself,
a crop (as a reward for sowing) of inextinguishable regrets,
and I made it a reality.
But, not only did I have the courage to live it
even I colored and painted it with the ability and sensitivity
of a landscape painter.
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