Labyrinth Life
it's called interstice
this fast fragment.
something almost colorless,
fleeting:
our life of a few years.
unfair accounting, of course
to a death that will be eternal.
a little time odyssey...
but it was worth seeing
the smile of someone who loved you,
it was worth listening
melancholy songs
that made us think and grieve,
it was worth tasting
unexplained sensations.
but we billions are still lost
struggling against the walls
of labyrinth life.
there's a balm somewhere,
something that justifies
everything we had to go through.
now please let's rest,
tomorrow we will see
in the clouds of the sky,
what paths will we still have
to laugh and cry.
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