Hanging Hand

"En ma Fin gît mon Commencement" 

All of us need a destiny

Imposed or chosen (only in appearance)

A future as inevitable as the past

Countless coming and gone days 
that sucks our Sundays

Deflowering every Monday’s morning.

I know I ‘m running towards nothing

A few years ago, since the pain 

wakes me up.

When on my blind delirium echoed

the faint “tic tac” inside of me.

I am not the first to feel more hurt

than that one what have been done

I won't be the first to choose not to suffer 

because of that.

Don’t be fooled; I am not proud of my weakness

But I can salute it like an old bad tenant 

that maybe leaves me alone by next morning

While I am laughing and then thinking; 

Thinking, then laughing.

Because try not to think is the wrong way

Blows up a globe doesn’t make it lighter

Burn it all only entails a new trouble:

What to do whit the ashes?

Risi ut Intelligam

Don´t take anything so seriously

Because you never know what it really be

In spite of you, Instead of me.

I am delirating, but I don’t stop to think

I am hurt but still laughing

I am defeated but not afraid

I won't know what but I want to know how

I am the lonely man with the hanging arm.

Ch. D