Sepultura

I follow the stes I see in front of me
They are deep and well-defined
They show an undefined burt straight path
What has gone through me will never return
Future won't let me look back
I just walk
I don't evolve
Animals run by my side
They try to communicate
Each one in its own way
But I can't understand
I feel alone on this irrational planet
To create or just observe
I keep walking on this desert made of ideas
Primitive future
My head is heavy but ompty
Everything around me is voud, without movement