My father used to tell me that a righteous man should always put his interest first
" You can' t make anyone happy if you' re not, son" , he said
His hand grasping firmly my shoulder
All my life I follow his rule
Free to go anywhere, free to meet anyone, free to enjoy every moment
My way… it has always been my way of doing things
As soon as I' ve stopped feeling please and happy
My bags were on the backseat of my car and the engine ready to fight against the asphalt
The fading architectures through the window have always inspired me
 I wanted to merge into this constant dynamic and never had to stop
Never had to feel inertia one more time
I loved the smell of conditioned air
I used to fill my lungs with it and keep it in me, until I got dizzy
But, when my dad passed out
 I' ve started to wonder:
What if I am the main reason of my confusion?

I' ve remembered the cities I had left behind
So many places where I had never build anything
I' ve remembered all my old friends I had betrayed by being a selfish bastard
A useless ghost
My life has always been about escaping not moving
While everything I ever needed was a mere shift of origin

My father used to tell me
Confusion
A mere shift of origin
The fading architectures
Confusion
A mere shift of origin