Directions

I pack my bags in a hurry, to see if I forget something; the subway doors open and I do not move,
I have nowhere to go.
Minutes pass and they remain open; or God or the machinist wants me to move on,
I have nowhere to go.
I enter, finally and against my will, to nowhere; the seasons pass, or I pass through them,
I have nowhere to go.
But I’m going, there’s a voice that sings names and colors that do not matter; the lines? seem like patches, like me,
I have nowhere to go.
How can I? Train driver? If my head is where the subways do not come. How can I? My sight sticks;
I have nowhere to go.
The head is boiling, steam comes out of my eyes, the drops do not fall and the plants rise from the ceiling, I can not be crazy;
I just have nowhere to go.
A jungle is born, watered by the tears of something that died in me, and in it I feel like a savage,
for having nowhere to go.
Soon, everything disappears and I stay, the subway stops, I go down. And I know that life goes on, even if I do not want to, I know that time heals, even if I do not want to, I know I’m going to end up somewhere,

even though I have nowhere to go.
I have nowhere to go.

 

written by: @naoperina

Translate by: @rascunhodraft

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