Dreaming at any time of the day
Opens a window in a stale room
Filled with old ideas and conservatives.
The struggle to plan the future
Is amplified at each step
By the stories and free advices
Who had little to explore in their days
But care and are afraid
Unplug the crowd
and burst a sphere of silence
If you love me.
Decibels in millions are irritant
And have their nemesis
In hugs, avoidance, and personalization.
Accept reality, ignore its sound.
Humans have failed
As social animals
And lonely enjoy now
The pungent flavor
Of personal success.
Alone with their own rules,
They select and analyse
Components of the same herd
Whole convinced of traveling alone.
We are shaken like socks
In a washing machine
Started on an early morning
I feel you, my love,
Near but thorn,
present but distracted,
But always similar.
I am thrilled
By the pursuance of your support
And your clear reading of reality.
Trying not to personally analyse
The surrounding actors,
I guard my core
Behind a little golden fence
Untouchable and at limit of believing
I force my breath down
In this difficult theatrical living.
It swirls, it warms, it takes,
Attention and proportion.
Your voice might be short and squeaky
And gently fall prey to louder opinions,
Yet your words are equal.
The static office
Leaves little room to the spacious personalities
of its inhabitants.
Little ants with black backs
Collect and reposition
Inert Objects within a superior map.
Protected by their hard exterior,
Their inner stay sky might remain untold
But always at reach.