Dreams' Challenger

Here is the wild and icy immensity of a desolate life

The one which was mine due to my past.

This past of a dead warrior

How can I make this life the way I should have lived it ?

If not by dreams I would subdue.

That way we could see me while asleep silent still but happy

Concquering a part of my wasted past making up for all youth's pleasures

I saw my mother and my father during the act of my conception

I saw the child I was becoming that picture

I saw once again the dead who were the incarnation of my own pain

I saw once again that man who followed me and watched me in order to help me

I remembered about that shamble and that rescue

But I annihilated those memories recreating from my dreams a new youth which

I should control

Travelling in the broad places of my mind venturing into experiences which I

have not lived

Filling impetuously my emptyness by braving the past through my dreams