or today maybe,
if only I did but maybe I am done.
Hope in tomorrow might freeze your steps,
better to wake up at dawn and trust your walk.
Do wathever or whatever’s flip side,
it doesn’t matter ash will fade in smoke.
Many succeed and still they fail,
while others dare to fail and rejoice.
Trying too hard to find a purpose,
the purpose might end up owning you.
Fear and love await at the crossroads,
eventually they’ll find you so make them friends.
Thoughts evaporate to shape your dreams,
like clouds in the black coffee drawing circles.
Start and destination turn in cycles,
with mine you’ll cross but seldom meet.
You call me crazy to feel more real,
until I discover each of your hideouts.
To the wise offering oceans with full hands,
since the first wave I was already more curious.
To the grown-up fending behind adulthood,
still infant your soul until you can learn to fly.
And still hanging from your proud answers,
I can marvel myself with more ferocious questions.
Measuring my distance from the stars,
not once I thought to be more drunk than you.
It’s nice to know where my mind ends,
somehow the rhymes of a poem have to begin.