Being Alive

Peace a good day would come
to end this restlessness
to tame this roaring anguish storming in my chest
but hunter and pray I became
in this jungle that life already is
that give no mercy nor rest neither calm
not even the ilusion of slowing down
for any time being.

I feel myself sometimes crushed
by the overwhelming need to rest
tempted to fade away and fall into oblivion
until my name is no more
and live the life of the trees
in quiteness and anonimity

I just wanted to stop this crazy pace to nowhere
to have no name, no possession, no needs
just breath without meaning
walking like a ghost being there without being
staring at the surrounding being seen by nobody
with no duties nor obligations with no one
nor men or state not even the loved ones
and just be whoever I chose to be and not even that
bent my freedom to my own principles
chain my actions to my own will
and give answers for my actions to no one,
to truly be the owner and maker of my own destiny
and not the one that have to choose to act
balancing the forces of men and I

I just want to rest in peace without stop being alive.