Its over Sir, its over
No more words,request, hopes or questions
No more cries or expectations
not more resentment either
It feels as if it lie there
flat, empty, deprived of life
not even heavy!
And as a little paper boat
it floats wonderingly thorough this stream of thoughts
until its core essence will inevitably
dissolve as it sinks into that memories
with which we form our past
Its on me, Sir, its on me
I built it and now Im abandoning it
to save my dear life, Sir, to save my dear life!
No boat can safely reach any harbor
even if it had a compass-
if the helmsman is driven by unconsciousness and selfishness
It never weighted anchor
It never stroke sail
Easy for any lame storm
to come and wretch it in an almost playful manner!
Today I watch it as it slowly drifts into the nothing
I salute its passing and I walk away
billescas
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