“Waking Up Lost”, Does That Ever Happen to You? A Poem
If you woke up one morning lost and without a compass, this story is for you. A small text of May 1st
Waking up lost
One morning I woke up lost the First of May of the workers without compass
Spring of anxiety, doubts sprout over dry expanses of missed opportunities
The best years greet from the train near the restaurant car, farewell convoy
Past skies, gray rain clears the clouds of good hopes
They remain:
shadows of alleged talents, feelings of injustice, a bitter taste on the tongue
They remain:
I could have I should have it would go like this
The optimist will say that tomorrow will write itself the resigned does not know see beyond the end
The deluded still sees flowery meadows The disillusioned is already aboard the bulldozer
The truth it is a thread of fine grain exposed to the wind without defenses





