... what can I do ?

before I acting like a mad man
I tried to understand the world
but the world judge life as a crime
and what can I do ?
I put my beggar clothes and tried to learn from all the small things
but the serpent watch me from every dusty corner
I recognize: I'm not crazy
and obviously my name is Odysseus
according to my clothes which are so torn and dirty;
before I became so ugly
I did not know disguised in a ‘’ being’’ uniform
I was a normal state and transient nature
but the courage sold me quickly to the fear
and so... I become easily barefoot
and a runner
over the all garbage of the world
with heavy stone carrying in my back,
believing that I forget or I'll be a happy fool
without remember me from then, from now ...
and what can I do ?
I raise a city from that adventure
over which I can never pass.