Last crescent of me

It’s not the proper place
It’s not the time
To lead myself astray
Far from the life
I have to find the power
It’s hidden in these showers

And I see around me
The other people
They’re all alternatives
To pass the life through
So many different features
In which to find the reason
To live

And everyone seems better than myself
May be a lie but it is what I felt
Since when I am become a man

I’m wining and I’m waxing as the moon
That is also going to be full *
But now I am the last crescent
Of me

And many people seem
To have the answer
To put the doubts and fears
Into the fire
Am I the only one
Who has no more ideas
To resist?

And everyone seems better than myself
May be a lie but it is what I felt
Since when I am become a man

I’m wining and I’m waxing as the moon
That is also going to be full
But now I am the last crescent
Of me

Pietrasanta (LU) – 29 settembre 2012
* La luna piena di stanotte nella tradizione druidica è detta “La luna della collina dei bardi”.