The incredible amount of work I’m doing sometimes make me think …
… about the fact that I’m forgetting myself.

It’s not easy to be me.

I fulfill my life with responsibilities,
and often I carry other’s people problems over my back too.

Indeed that happens occasionally in this months.
I putted myself inside an Iron Maiden,
a poisonous-spiked wall of steel to hide into.

The point is that day by day I’m preparing myself to a big project.
Life.

The point is that I don’t see an end to this preparation,
and at the same time I know that there is an end to life.

So when comes the time to live just for yourself?

That feels like an endless stairway.