Poesia (18.6)

Dark Red Path

Walking my red road

I’ve found it all,

I’ve done it all,

I’ve had it all.

Nothing can surprise me.

All my ways are simply boring,

If I must say.

All the things that can come up

Are the same things

That my overly powerful mind

Have already had it planned.

I am,

And I am sure,

An old fellow

That has lived

Twenty lives

In twenty years.

I am old

And wasted.

Love is now

My only aim.

And I shall fight

For any road

That might lead me through

This dark red

Path.