A Snake Biting Its Tail

End! I will feel the world,
but I will be, but I will be
just a step a step closer to complete what I began,
feeling free to have a look at my past.
Looking for traces I left on the road
during my walk, I always used to walk alone,
I used to look for something to put my foot on and let me jump.
Cause I want to let my wings be open,
I want them to be free
to fly me higher and higher over the ghosts,
and let, let the shades reduce around me,
let me float my hand on the book.
I feel under the fingers a few letters and tree stones,
I feel like a glow-worm that tries to cross the thick fog,
as I try them it tries to face it by its light, by its light.
It hardly opens the eyes not to being hurt by the cold air outside,
It hardly opens the eyes cause it's afraid of what it could be there.
But I'm I am here and I am looking for traces
left on the road during the long flight,
I was alone, the aim I seek is closer now
but this is not enough,
cause I'll find bent hooks and little stones
but no brightness, no clarity.
I feel something down the head and
I realize that what I seeked was there,
my finger like my eyes
my eyes flows on the paper but searching for it
something burns out in me,
something burns out in me,
Cause when my fingers flow greedy until the full stop,
I felt slightly in relief on the paper,
after the first, two other full stop.