Destino casual

You ask about my life
and you see,
it's all relative,
even success.

Don't think that with all this hype
I've gotten a big head
or turned into an asshole.

I'm not some chosen one,
I’m not looking for easy love
or suffering for pleasure.

I’m just rolling with the punches,
failing at love,
you know the rest well.

I’m just another guy,
a poor schmo,
looking in the mirror, I ask myself,
'What am I doing here?'

No rush to succeed,
no fear of failing,
a bit worn out
since you’re not here.

You ask about my life
and you see,
after all this suffering,
things are going pretty well.

I’m the best friend
of all my friends,
and that’s my greatest joy.

Your letters haven’t fallen
into any black hole,
nor into oblivion.

I’m just another guy,
a poor schmo
who looks to the sky and wonders,
'What am I doing here?'

No rush to succeed,
no fear of failing,
a bit worn out
since you’re not here.
Like just another rebel,
hungry for something more,
a sorcerer
with a CASUAL DESTINY.