Aries Vitae Bellator
Poeta recién llegado
In the bleak midwinter
I find myself
looking around my grave
and trying to purge the sinner
that I've become these days.
My sins are unforgettable
yet I still hope they are forgivable,
that's why I'm freezing here in the snow,
reflecting about everything wrong
that I've done in my miserable
and short life, just to create new locks
so I could contain my inner wild wolf.
Maybe I've said this before. I don't care.
The thing is that I'm lost.
And my stoic personality says
that I must not stop,
I have to keep walking my way.
Sometimes it's hard
to act like everything is fine,
like if I even had a plan,
though I don't know truly who I am.
Nowadays the world and I
are running by different tracks.
To live in spite of this is tough.
I find myself
looking around my grave
and trying to purge the sinner
that I've become these days.
My sins are unforgettable
yet I still hope they are forgivable,
that's why I'm freezing here in the snow,
reflecting about everything wrong
that I've done in my miserable
and short life, just to create new locks
so I could contain my inner wild wolf.
Maybe I've said this before. I don't care.
The thing is that I'm lost.
And my stoic personality says
that I must not stop,
I have to keep walking my way.
Sometimes it's hard
to act like everything is fine,
like if I even had a plan,
though I don't know truly who I am.
Nowadays the world and I
are running by different tracks.
To live in spite of this is tough.
