Helmet

I thought life could be measured in speed
And the dust would only kindly paint me
In the colors of courage and the need
Of running away from any moments of draping.

Grateful for being naked and free
I could count on the grit of escaping
As if wings would be given to me
Whenever I needed to be lonely and safe.

Safety was made out of velocity
And an independence I now see as slavery
Believing the sum of miles driven by
Would measure my will and bravery.

I now want to build myself a helmet
As a placebo to no longer feel
The anxiety and pain of survivance
On a road not imaginary or real.

Terrified by my lack of control
I now choose to shut myself down
I will build myself a helmet
As a symbol of a nobody´s crown.