Even I might know
That you can’t refuel the wheels,
As wheels don’t run on fuel.
What’s this poem about?
Is it about refueling a plane during flight
And about changing the wheels during driving?
Yes, it’s about this, and mostly about what this blog is about:
Having a typical life, working, living, doing things,
And on the same time posting on this blog some things which are so tough,
That they feel that I’m doing something extreme.
If I’m not mistaken,
It was on 9Gag where I first read,
Of life not having background music.
Wouldn’t it be cool to know,
Based on the music you hear,
If you’re heading into excitement
Or a tragedy?
While in school,
I used to take tests which didn’t matter, at times.
A grade which won’t matter,
A test which I won’t care about.
I was told to „Do it like everyone else!”, one time.
Another time „… Try to fit in!”.
Dating seems harmless,
You meet a person who you might spend your life with,
And, most of the time, it’s fun.
What if it isn’t?
Neither harmless,
Nor fun.
There’s a famous scene in „Le notti di Cabiria” (1957), at the end of the movie. If you have already seen the movie, or don’t care all that much about spoilers, you can see it here (I put multiple links because some might disappear):
In the scene, the main character says she wants to be killed, and even says: „Non voglio più vivere!” / „I don’t want to live anymore!”.
Soon after, a solution to this comes. The story continues, though.
Trust is so fragile.
It’s like a small flower in the wind,
The wind is so much powerful.
Once broken, there’s no turning back,
It’s forever gone.
