or today maybe,
if only I did but maybe I am done.
Hope in tomorrow might freeze your steps,
better you wake up at dawn and trust your walk.
Doing 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 your hideouts one by one.
And to the wise offering full hands of oceans,
since the first wave already I was more curious.
To the grown-up fending behind adulthood,
still infant your soul until you will learn to fly.
And still hanging from your righteous 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.
And it’s nice to know where my mind ends,
somehow the rhymes of a poem have to begin.