terça-feira, 7 de setembro de 2010

My poems: a road to cross

a road to cross

I built a road to cross
an infinite road of hope
and commonness

at the end of the road
there’s me waiting
the other me
an egotistical self born of pain

I expect certain things to happen
I predict my intelligence will wither
when I cross
and reach the other side

I expect someone to tell me to stop
like someone always does
when I cross

I predict I will find a scar
inside of me
and smile

others will be able to hear
my steps into vertigo
my collapse
the irony of it all

and when I cross
I know what I will find
pointing a gun at my face:
my future.

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