A long time ago, the Universe and I were friends
We were playing from morning to night
I was asking for stars
He put them in my arms without grunting
It’s just that…he was that friend always late
I was asking today
He gave me years later
But, no doubt, he gave me everything I asked for. Good friend!
It’s just that…he used to charge me a little bit of interest
Whatever he gave me
I had to pay in years
In pieces of soul or, worst of all,
I had to pay in people
Only after I lost enough people
I realized the usury of the universe.
So, since then, I’ve asked him simply for happiness.
He doesn’t know what to take in exchange.
I feel like I already have it in me.
He just needs to help me a little bit to unveil it.
But, clearly, he can’t strip me of people anymore
I just hope he doesn’t chase the sun again
Light years
Through a black hole.
And to deliver, at least once, on time and efficiently!
