Poem: Dead End

I stared amazed
in this glamourous direction,
fill of promises
fill of astonishments.
I stare lavishly
in my selfishness,
I want it all!
Direction of struggle
but what a beautiful sight.
O, I want you for me.
Persuade me once again
with your promises
that soon enough will be in vain.
Persuade me once again
with your astonishments of
how rare and deep life itself can be.
O, I want you for me.
In my allusions and struggle,
I offend myself.
Aiming to something impossible,
aiming to a dead end.

This poem I wrote it in December 31, 2005.