Until When
Until when
This life worthy of pity
Wretched and all full of melancholy
That returning to dust
Best would be! ...
Of a mute and anonymous face
I'm more a bottle number
To launch in the world statistics
As the gap between rich and poor
Behold me with existential distress!
Until when
This life out of the ordinary
Monotonous, without the needed salt
But what a strange taste
Is this that only I feel?
Very old and no reason for being
But what knock is that
As strong as cross
That this pain of suffering
Why only in me it never ceases?
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