One backpack

One backpack of mysteries is the future!
A jumble of shapeless lights,
begging for a runway to crash into.
They are neither the pompous
nor the humble neon sign,
nor meek or slave-like flashes.
They are discernible as long as they blind us,
in a manner proportionally to the weight
of our dream.
And it's their untamable color,
with all this ludicrous gray lurking all around,
the lacquer seal of the sealed envelope
that says who truly continues,
who truly departs from the carnal vessel
of our present.

Aunque la versión en castellano me apetece más:

Una mochila de incógnitas
es el futuro.
Un revoltijo de luces informes
pidiendo pista
para estrellarse.
No son neones pedantes o humildes
ni fogonazos pacatos o esclavos.
Son discernibles en tanto nos cieguen,
proporcionalmente al peso del sueño.
Y es su color indomable,
con tanto gris irrisorio al acecho,
el lacre de la misiva
que dice quién realmente prosigue
partiendo de tu vasija carnal.