On The Road Poem by Jonas Goncalves

From the top of the cliff
I saw your body kiss
the ground with the loathing
of those who despises air.

Happily
I was in a dream,
remembering of whom I go along with
and stopping him going, even he tries.

Sometimes was loneliness
your most vain desire;
regretting for living,
but being unable to die.

Oh awful end!
On the road I found you,
dead with all I taught you.
And your pain made me live for myself.

He found a better solution.
He didn't want to change.
He softened his pain,
but he didn't want to wait…