El Futuro

The things you imagine
The house you plan
The plans you don't share

The blueprints you draw

The victories you think of
The paths you walk
The mirrors you await
Of the future that will come

Everything will turn out worse
Than you imagined
The future is so ordinary
That in the end you don't feel like it

The things you pray for
The miracle you await
The beds you dream of
The ladies you sigh for

The glory you see
The achievements you suspect
The stories you create
The luck you count on
The sky, the deserving, your name in the
Firmament, the passions, the inventions, the faith, the recognition

The morning you were waiting for
For over a thousand weeks
The one of your opportunity
The one that could save you

It passed by as if nothing
It got lost under the bed
It slipped away like water