Sails

on the day number one we have made us a boat
brown and beautiful, empty and neat
we had something to wish, to reveal and devote,
to forget that we are incomplete
on the day number three we've equipped it with sails
struggling hard, tearing out fingernails

on the day number five we have made us a dream
sail as far as our mind cannot stand
conquer seas all around, choose a tidewater stream
and discover a happiness land
but a voice comes from nowhere and whispers, and sings:
you have sails but your sails are not wings

on the day number nine we forget of the voice
and we finish preparing the boat
and inform our mothers of making the choice
to start sailing to countries remote,
and a voice comes from nowhere, and all that it rings -
you have sails but your sails are not wings

on the day number ten we have things to ignore -
for example, the boat has a hole
but we still have each other to love and adore,
and a dream towards which we shall stroll
but there's voice shouting louder than all the machines
you have sails but your sails are not wings

on the day number nothing we finally stop
almost sure that our luck ran away
stay to sleep on the deck with the blankets on top
on the night that is heavy and gray
when we wake up we're covered with pieces of leather
and our sails are constructed of feathers