So full of suffering.
Full of wrong ways
which we follow sometimes.
It's a labyrinth from which
we try to get out,
imagining the other side.
There's only a solution,
one way to be followed
and, maybe, one truth to be proved.
It's a labyrinth in which
we can't bear to live.
Useless wanting to change that reality
– reality purer than happiness.
It's a labyrinth about which
we know nothing.
It's much suffering for little time,
therefore, I'd rather decorate this prison
in order to be able to make it happier.
I don't stay here, because where I always dreamt of being,
life gave to me no chance.
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 7:33 PM UTC
So full of suffering.
Full of wrong ways
which we follow sometimes.
It's a labyrinth from which
we try to get out,
imagining the other side.
There's only a solution,
one way to be followed
and, maybe, one truth to be proved.
It's a labyrinth in which
we can't bear to live.
Useless wanting to change that reality
– reality purer than happiness.
It's a labyrinth about which
we know nothing.
It's much suffering for little time,
therefore, I'd rather decorate this prison
in order to be able to make it happier.
I don't stay here, because where I always dreamt of being,
life gave to me no chance.
Poem inspired by "Looking for Alaska", John Green's book.
