Journey of after life.

Each one goes however he can
Some with the breast ajar
Others with only one hand
Some with an identification in a pocket
Others with it in the soul
Some with the moon screwed into their blood and others without blood
Or moon
Or memories.

Each one goes
Even though he can't
Some with love between their teeth
Others changing their skins
Some with life and death
Others with death and life
Some with their hand on their shoulder
Others with it on somebody else's shoulder.

Each one goes because he's going
Some with someone up late between the eyebrows
Others whose path never crossed anyone's
Some through the door that opens onto theroad or seems to.
Others through the door that's drawn on the wall
Or perhaps on the air.
Some without having begun to live
And others without having begun the life.

But all of them go with their feet tied
Some by the path that they made
Others by the one they didn't make
And all by the one that they will never make.