Your soul incarcerated itself in a shell of your body. <br />Missing the former dwelling, it wishes it took wing. <br />How to survive in the jungle of life you should study. <br />How come to your own words there's always a false ring? <br />Looking deep inside you get an eyeful of a stranger <br />Who's waiting impatiently to break up with you. <br />Painfully aware that he'll soon face an imminent danger, <br />He's frightened of starting for a bottomless pit anew. <br />If he's free from a physical pain and suffering, <br />He might realize that his hateful enemy is Cronus. <br />Naked, with empty hands, a few steps from discovering, <br />You're no more in a dither, and all you say is, '' Adios muchachos.''<br /><br />Aram Stefanian<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/adios-muchachos-from-book-angeles-rebeldes-y-demonios-extranjeros/
