Dreaming and thinking
At a double speed
To see yourselves grow
Started you down but seeds personal satisfaction.
Tortured by the question
of who you will become
You embark on a rushed slalom
On a tiny wild canoe
And steer crazy to
Escape the illusion of control.
Recognize\destination
Not knowing the way or the mean of transportation,
Reaching the destination is hard,
But not impossible.
The destination will have full pink flowers
And golden glasses with joyful bubbles
And you will determine the situation.
Free to celebrate the small happenings
And ironies of life
You will recognize it.
Your destination like a nest
You have to build a straw at the time
In the cold winds
To be home.
