All four burners of the gas stove
of my ambitions are lit nonstop.
By dint of surpassing myself
I'm losing myself in the horizon.
Worrying about anything and nothing
Elbowing around to maintain my rank
Living only for tomorrow,
I'm just glancing over my footsteps.
Now October just flashed past.
Yet another year when I didn't take time
to watch Autumn quietly shed its leaves.
There is no rest for those
who can never be satisfied.
Those who always want some more
often reap nothing but regrets.
Some days I wonder if
I might be skipping my life.
I wave at it from afar,
never crossing its path.
Now October just flashed past.
Yet another year when I didn't take time
to watch Autumn quietly shed its leaves.
Faster and faster, being in the race,
existing on the run,
grabbed by the rush.
What am I running after, in the end?
We all would like to stop,
but we're sucked in like idiots
into this crazy world,
and so we don't pay attention to seasons anymore.
Now October just flashed past.
Yet another year when I didn't take time
to watch Autumn quietly shed its leaves.
Now October just flashed past.
Yet another year when I didn't take time
to watch Autumn quietly shed its leaves.