Los Días No Vividos

Impossible journey towards a non-place
Dark matter made of voids
Seats that will remain there
Or that ticket always in the pockets

I don't remember, a better anti-story
Of uncertain content
And I raise the glass, emptier than me
I raise it towards hell

For what I might be
I deny the world as it is
Without toasting, I will celebrate
The days not lived

False memories, I managed to project
And in my parentheses, a time oasis
The world stops and no one can judge
Who likes to be an easy target?

I don't remember, a better anti-story
Of uncertain content
And I raise the glass, emptier than me
I raise it towards hell

For what I will never be
I deny the world as it is
And so I will become
In the days not lived