The roots are cut or are they stronger?

I say "come back"
But I don't know what
Today I've left
Also the ancient hopes
The roots are cut or are they stronger
Than what I have thought they could be?
I'm the impression of a future
Than I have never lived at last

The consciousness
Seems only madness
When those I met
Seem to live in a bet
Life cannot be a constant challenge
First or then must arrive some peace
There is no devil or no angel
If you do not want them to be

I watch my feet walking in the wood
They seem to know where is some truth
So I have to stop my thinking
And let my body decide for me

I feel the need to taste the absurd
Total absence of my roots
Together with sense of belonging
To something of really absorbing 

Let's stop to eat
Everything but
The little blue
Berries of the wood
Yes it could be almost exciting
To disappear from others' sightings

I have to stop to be so frightened

Every time I feel different 

I watch my feet walking in the wood
They seem to know where is some truth
So I have to stop my thinking
And let my body decide for me

I feel the need to taste the absurd
Total absence of my roots
Together with sense of belonging
To something of really absorbing