You've understood nothing
If you need trains to fleet to adventure
And white ships to take you away
To see the sun in your eyes
To see the songs you can't sing
Then
If you don't believe in tomorrow
And tomorrow to be able to hope
To find again in the hope
That slipped from your hand
To find again the hand
That your hand has left
Then
If you need words pronounced by the old
To help you justify all your renunciations
If poetry to you is no more than a game
If all your life is only a growing old
Then
If you need boredom
To help you see the found
And the noise of town
To satiate remorse
And then weakness
To help you seem good
And then anger
To help you seem strong
