Day saldo

The night has come

And i am lost in the analysis

Of this unsettling working day

With a surprising sun.

The positive balance lasts few seconds

And turns to red

While i am not convinced

And keep examining the past hours.

The night is long

And these thoughts useless.

Time pain

As I grow older,
Time seems to accelerate
And Push me aside from the competition.
Valuable minutes are spent
And I do not notice
But I miss them
When alone in bed
I am hurt by what could not be done
today.

No age

Could it be true
That even after yes you are
Never too old for being nervous.
No matter the big tools in your luggage
and the tricks yours hands know,
When the future knocks,
The stomach is a stone
That keeps you going
Nevertheless.

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