Letras
I wake with strength,
But not with aim.
I walk the world
Without a name.
My compass spins
In empty air,
And every road
Goes everywhere.
I rise, I speak,
I dress, I eat.
I cross the days
On steady feet.
I work, I smile,
I breathe, I stay -
And yet no wish
Points out a way.
Inside no flame,
No spark, no call.
The inner whisper
Has withdrawn.
My vector died.
I live, but never know for what.
I move,
But see no path to cut.
The world is vast,
But nothing pulls.
The wind is strong,
But all is null.
I can be useful,
Can succeed.
I plant the work,
And see it breed.
I may create,
And laugh, and speak -
But none of this
Revives the weak
Quiet corner
Where desire once stood.
A silent room
Where nothing's good.
I want to want.
I want to yearn.
But every fire
Refuses burn.
No thief, no wound,
No tragedy -
It simply left
And set me free.
But freedom here
Is hollow ground -
A place where echoes
Have no sound.
My vector died,
Yet still I stride.
The body knows
The world outside,
But soul does not
Awake or see -
No dawn breaks
Inside of me.
I am not hurting,
Nor undone -
I only feel
The absence,
None.
I live like wind
That never knows
Which field to cross,
Which way it blows.