Roads
I am a stray little dog
Looking forward to get lost
I am a stray little sheep
Doesn't want to follow the stream,
I'm a paper torn burning in the ashes of the chimney
Take my heart, I don't need it
Take my lungs I won't use it
Letting you breathe
All that matters
Letting you be loved
All that fathoms
Straight ahead
Between right and left
The paths are all the same
Where am I going? Where am I stopping?
A bunch of lilacs surrounding me
Strange animals guiding me
Shadows protecting me
From the rudeness of the roads
The hazardous obstacles
Something weird coming
Something beautiful like the smile in your face
And the shiny golden days..
I keep walking,
Panting with the last breath I have in me,
With the last sweat upon my forehead,
Something bad,
Something sad,
Coming and going here and there
With no aim,
With no absolute gain,
The sweetness of the moon call out for me,
Heavenly stairs above me,
Like the last raindrop finding its right place to end up,
Secure and smooth like a dead body returning to dust
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