The grey sky is only a cover
Of a day with no written plot
And no established ending.
A coffee, a cookie, a smile
Recharge and push towards the first step
Of the adventure sitting on top of these stairs
And the ideas of writing a book,
Applying to advanced jobs,
And Change lifestyle from today
Materialize and become family.
The warm hat looks ridiculous
On a heard of girls and many years.
Decision is taken
And other’s opinions don’t count
When winter hold me tight.
My head is up.
I am hanging confused today
On the brink of a chair
Trying to decide if I am
Dried or energized
By the millions of interactions,
And the instinctual clicks of the day.