End of Tuesday - Clepsydra

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