Italain version: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/05/08/poesia-abitudine/



so bad, so good.

Apathy and always the same mood,

never changes, never going to the moon.

Like an eternal childhood…

Knowledge is my food.

But nothing new ever happens,

so it’s the same,

day after day…

in this stupid May,

I wanna go away,

but where? I want to stay.

I want to see if everything will remain the same.

But I know it won’t,

Struggling between all the things I want.

What I am, what I was,

believing in my cause,

doesn’t matter how much is lost.

Paini s the cost.

Habit’s like poison,

so old, so common.

I want to break it,

like Linkin Park,

so lost in this dark…

For sure, I’m not Tony Stark,

but I’m leaving my mark.


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