Ornaments of the wood

The sun in front of me indicates
The way to follow
So I go from the east to west
But all seems hollow

Before a voice recall me
Who I was in childhood
The boy without any fear
The explorer of the wood

They seem confetti in the air
The leaves from the trees
It seems they want to celebrate
The Christmas feast

And I am not a pagan
And I am not Christian
No I’m not made of metal
But I’ve to avoid the tears

Have I forgotten the best 
The strongest part of myself? 
Am I allowed 
to destroy the bound 
of the time? 

Do I really need a rest? 
Or I have to start again? 
Sometimes I think 
The same questions always
I go asking 

What does make someone realized
If not the union
Between the future and the past
Into the present?

And in my life all’s speaking
There has to be a cut
But if I chose the leaving
Will I leave me apart?

The berries in the bushes are
Ornaments of the wood
They are the same every years
When Christmas looms

So if we accept to change
We will return the same
Where we left the despair
May be we’ll find a way

Have I forgotten the best 
The strongest part of myself? 
Am I allowed 
 to destroy the bound 
of the time? 

Do I really need a rest? 
Or I have to start again? 
Sometimes I think 
The same questions always 
I go asking 

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Buon Natale a tutti

Daniel