I feel so hurt,

I feel like Kurt.

And I feel like Johnny Cash,

even if I’m still young,

somewhere, still fresh.

And this is my clash,

do I feel like trash?

I feel inside of me,

pain.

I ask is that necessary,

and ordinary?

Nothing is solved,

time passed,

nothing evolved.

Still nothing into the horizon,

hust this sun,

hot and revolved.

(altro…)