Italian version: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/05/01/poesiarassegnazione/
Time to resing,
to give up,
I feel I can let go, to stop.
Time to get up, resign,
won’t wait anymore for a sign,
not a crown to wear, no reign,
I just decline.
I don’t have the will to fight,
I don’t want to get it right,
I just feel the breeze of this night,
maybe, I can still see the light…
I put it out,
for all the determination, I had,
I lost my head…
I forgot, I got lost…
For the ones I cared the most,
heart is cold, made of frost.
This thing now, deserve a toast…
I don’t want it to be an obsession,
I just goti t now, my possession…
But this is my confession,
I do it, to understand the situation.
We don’t say “ih” to each other…
Not a friend, not a brother…
Who knows if I could ever “ger back in action”,
not sure, if I think about that reaction…
But for now, just relaxation,
this thing is my own creation.