Home less, Hopeless I’m walking on the roads of life
Home less Hopeless
I’m walking on the roads of life
asking everyone if all that I see
it’s only a dream, a bad dream, a nightmare …
Far to home, without hope, without future.
I know what’s meaning love
but I cannot catch the love.
I know what’s meaning happyness
but it’s very far from me.
It’s dark. My soul is in the darkness
my thoughts are full of doubts.
I’m only waiting
I would understand if it’s only an illusion,
Only shadows, only an close path.
I would speak with my friends
with the people of my family
but not now.
Now I prefere to keep calm and quiet
to wait the change of tide,
from high to low to cross the road
now hidden from the water of ocean
and to arrive, at last, in the isle of myself
a poor imperfect God
choosen to become perfect.
Yes, it was many year ago,
it was an eighth of March
I tried to know if the friendship was a bad friendship
or a simple … or it was more of a normal friendship
something of beautiful to keep carefull as it was a hidden treasure
hidden as the road under the big waters
where it’s impossible to breath.
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