The day

The day when the path

becomes too narrow,

and the sky turns invisible,

all hearts buried 

from the sight,

ghosts from the past

torturing the mind,

The day has come 

to be forgiving with yourself.

The mad world is always 

asking for its price,

the price of your happiness,

collected in so many years,

and through so many people,

paid with interest, and 

with your sleepless nights.

That day has come, 

but fear not:

this too will be forgotten.