You believe to desire much more than what’s around you
But to transform it in a novelty
You don’t have the bravery, the mind or the age
As what you see, only skirts the truth.
You didn’t imagine the paradise
You never fought in any inferno
The winter always found you at home
You never crossed a moving bridge.
Then, if your complaint you adore that much,
Search for you another shoulder to leave
What nobody made you to bear
And let me try an attempt to breath
The air of those who are forbidden to look
What goes inside or outside of the grate.