Reflections

breath after breath, step after step, no purpose or destination
eyes catch the tired look in the mirror, staring back in resignation
I ponder if it is less painful to keep walking in the wrong direction
than to stop and contemplate the agony of my own reflection

how yesterday's vow turns into tomorrow's forgotten word
price of serving mortals and seeking to become my own lord
I wonder if it is misery that forges life guided by the hand of destiny
or the wind on the sea that I sail searching the promise of immortality

Marco '94