Italian version: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/04/13/poesiacorsa-ad-ostacoli/
I was born without a chance,
I was born a failure.
They always told me there was nothing I could do …
I grew up believing that I was good for nothing,
Even the people around me practically contributed to this mentality.
And I broke the balls to hear me say
That I can’t do it.
Think of life as an obstacle course,
if you focus on the obstacle, it may happen that you stumble upon it.
I believe that if instead of focusing on the finish,
we only think about the obstacle,
you stay still.
Sure, my goals,
they are very difficult,
almost impossible …
I want to be the one in a hundred, a thousand, a hundred thousand, million …
That makes it.
I would like these obstacles,
that I create myself, on the one hand,
These obstacles that really seem to be huge,
very high …
And I, I’m like a David against Goliath,
to fight against a giant that I don’t know how to bring down.
And anguish assails me,
for the bad experiences I have had
and now I don’t know how to overcome them:
maybe I don’t have to focus on how to do it,
maybe in the end, you just have to “do”.
So I know well that this is it, that I have to change my mentality, if I want to do it,
if I want it …
And fuck how much I want it.
How much do I want to be my hero …
I want to do what I think I cannot do.
I want to overcome all these obstacles,
because this is the only way I am happy,
this is the only way I can feel alive, to be myself,
only by overcoming obstacles …
just growing up,
just wanting to still prove
that I can do it.
And I still run,
in the midst of these obstacles,
with the desire to overcome them.