I understand the infinity of my thoughts which mean nothing now nobody but you can judge me and your judgement concerns me ever less I understand the little importance I give now to those who hurt and overwhelm me now there is no one not even myself I have nothing more to tell you I wish to go back where I belong I wish to go back home where I can tell the morning flowers And the drunks of the night sleeping at daytime The road taken until today has been the same for thousand years I go along it always with the same bad ideas Trying to change is simple because many are the awry ways But these are full of everything and they all scare me still Of those that last, the great eulogy of history remains which getting older narrows itself to mistakable void Until it blends with little less true events so that all becomes anonymous like a ticket collector on a train The final goal of every being is to integrate at the best in the reality Is living in, to possibly participate in a society taken as real this is only a mass reading of events bound to things above every human control in the past years till now with gloomy light of reason meeting foolish warriors i created armor and shields abel to stop wounds leaving the field free to dangerous enemies nourished with soul entering without delay between the armor and pine away from the inside