aimusic.one

 Before night falls
and the path narrows,
consistent with life,
I return to the starting point
thrown from a cloud.

In El Rastro, I lingered,
speculating with remains
of some alive and others dead.
The wounds of the injured,
bent and dazed,
shook my nightmares.

I no longer have chairs,
desires or dreams,
just a couple of reasons
that keep my sanity.
Freedom and composure
have a price, it’s oblivion.

Deny me how I’ve lived!
I surrender without a tear.
Without anger, nor pity.
I accept, “Memento Mori.”
I renounce any satori,
or if you prefer, Nirvana,
and I appeal to my pagan faith,
with full conviction,
that if I’m in the way, I’m sorry