¡Oye!
Un ángel del cielo
Tiene un corazón muy bueno
Aún no consciente de la tristeza de este mundo
Un chico tan inocentes
Una joven vida con mucho más anticipación
¿Puede comprender mi exasperación?
Beneath the anger, the spite and all the whinging ultimately it is but a disguise. After the partying, the gossiping and all the best entertainment in the world, eventually they are just distractions. The obsession with holidays, tours and travel, in the end the escape is always temporary. In the height of the night I face the darkness alone; the reality of it all confronts me and it hits hard it hits mercilessly.
When I met him he was 19 years old. He wasn’t exactly a soulful thinker that usually captures my imagination, but then again not many teenage backpackers are. As a result I reminisced a great deal of the time I was 19 and contemplated what had changed since. What I had to offer the world then was youth and potential; the world in turns offer excitement and hope. A decade had come and went; my youth is quickly evaporating and a resignation creeps in that the prospects are as good as it’ll ever get. While the world still excites me much of the thrill had ceased and the burden of responsibility had taken over.
Oh what I would give to be free again. Why oh why?
