Finding a courageous snail on the way
tells a journey that never ends
and marked by value and purpose.
Nature, a tiny house,
sliding through the dangers and annoyances,
and a scratchy tongue what you need
I define my meaning
Picturing those pointy questions
And surrounding myself
With carrots and clear waters
Where baby ideas are born.
The passion of birth
Is a bright light I feed
Like a little girl moves her little hand
To the pigeons.
I will not stay awake
Or feed on chocolate
Examining your assumptions
And what is expected from me.
I will love in pajama
And cuddle my desk and computer
Like a lover does
To support and let the best grow.
The sun hits your back
While standing in the gray yard
Waiting for the cigarette to end.
Thoughts of acceptance
Of an uncontrollable wild reality
And their daily rejection
Free space in the mind
And in the day.