An Odyssey
Tired of the journey by the ways of the land,
tired of the valleys and the deserts to cross,
tired of the fire and of the cannon,
I invented ways to escape by a voyage.
Tired again, of the high wind and the tides,
tired of the storms and the curses of the sirens,
I invented my routes in the sky.
Fear and terror reigned in the sky.
The boundaries not to be crossed,
loomed high over me in the treacherous sky.
The Odyssey ends in unknown realms;
always some point of no return, but never the going back.
Tired of the journey by the ways of the land,tired of the valleys and the deserts to cross,
tired of the fire and of the cannon,
I invented ways to escape by a voyage.
Tired again, of the high wind and the tides,
tired of the storms and the curses of the sirens,
I invented my routes in the sky.
Fear and terror reigned in the sky.
The boundaries not to be crossed,
loomed high over me in the treacherous sky.
The Odyssey ends in unknown realms;
always some point of no return, but never the going back.
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