Trying

Remember to learn after you are old,

Explore and change,

Never late, never late.

I tried to juice myself,

Time is running, flying,

Time is a rabbit after you.

I am trying to live,

Oh… I found it so fucking difficult.

But so delightful as well.

I am trying to enjoy,

Oh…I found it extremely tough,

Extremly row.

I must confess, it scares

Scares me to death.

I am trying to relax,

A lot of new -foreigner-based-on-old- philosophies tell you to meditate,

Abstract your inner self, but look at it.

I am trying to do so, but it doesn´t work

I am restless, my thoughts are disheveled,

I want to be…I want to know what I want to be.

I don´t want to be old and remember

To learn.

After you are born, you died, that is what Manrique said.

How wise are you…I wish I could be a tiny mollecule of your ink.

I don´t want to explore so much, I am getting tired,

Sincerely I don´t know how much i am willing to climb. Isn´t it enough? Could I find a place? Could i find a version of me that would satisfied me?

Never late, never late….

It was late a century ago, it was late for me.