An Ungrateful Journey

I thought I just came here to passed  by,
To the river that flows every minute of time,
I thought it is pure and full of sweetness,
But in my mistake, it tastes simply likes a lime.

The wind that brought me here,
I still feel the cold comfort that gives me chill.
A gentle blow that keeps the life and year,
Similar to a bird that cant live without a bill.

I dream to sit in the clouds,
To lie down and rest for a while,
Taking all the pain and unbearable doubts,
Be alone in a  quiet and alodial isle.

But the heat continue to burn me up,
Sending me to a frightful region.
I thought the wind came for my redemption,
Yet it only gives me an ungrateful petition.

Life is really fleeting and vain,
A happiness suddenly became a sadness,
A Love that turn easily to hatred and pain,
The brightness the leads us to the long darkness.

I wish the wind to stop dropping me,
To all the direction that it wants to be.
Let myself to decide whatever I want,
To avoid all the things that I can’t.