there are things ..

There are things we do for boredom ,

other things we do for duty or pain,

other again we do to please

in the illusion to be pleased back .

We cover paths in the deepest darkness,

twisting our hands round the buckles of our soul,

twining ourselves round the logic of our fears.

Thoughtless and desperate we jump into the unknown

waiting for the abyss that follows us closely ,

carrying our burden of irresolute purposes.

We discuss freedom without feeling its taste ,

We talk of love without perceiveing  its colors,

We argue about conscience

without understanding its ambivalence.

Then worn out, enlightened, bothered and tired

we stop to walk and jump and search and talk

sheltering into a passion we glimpsed through the window

for the only reason we don’t know where to go.