Tell me about your joys, and pains,
about the days you’ve missed your trains
or about those you’ve missed the sense
of what’s important, in defense
of what is not; and what you did
when time did nothing but to grid
all your tight, imprisoned thoughts
as if were haunted by a curse
of millenary, empty words
of those who said what should have not…

Tell me about your joys, and pains,
and how you’ve tried to catch your trains...