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?