I feel too weak to look forward, to realize at least once what I forever wasted. Under the shadow, under my weaknesses, I force myself to imagine and invent light-ridden mornings made of hope and sweetness. Still I wish I could choose a new dawn and its simplicity, I wish I could calm down and walk, free at last of the millstone round my neck. But the longest journey starts with a single step and I’m afraid to take it. I run like a coward from this hand that would push me in the void of a consumed life, a hand that would send me, relieved, somewhere I’d like to be forever lied to.
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I feel too weak to look forward, to realize at least once what I forever wasted. Under the shadow, under my weaknesses, I force myself to imagine and invent light-ridden mornings made of hope and sweetness. Still I wish I could choose a new dawn and its simplicity, I wish I could calm down and walk, free at last of the millstone round my neck. But the longest journey starts with a single step and I’m afraid to take it. I run like a coward from this hand that would push me in the void of a consumed life, a hand that would send me, relieved, somewhere I’d like to be forever lied to.
automatically translated by some dude in Mihai Edrisch