Like a panoramic balcony
Or a fast black bike,
My zone fits me.
Pins my feet down and my fingers up,
While my thoughts travel and evolve
Planning my version of my future.
It has a fresh breeze
Even when indoor
And always has a START sign.
I wish i could touch
My life through the passing landscape.
Just through my eyes,
The story unrolls
And leaves no mark.
It is not forgotten
What made today singular
But not material
And only mine.
i hear my heart screaming
And my mind shushing it
With no respect.
Timid and true
The heart keeps silent
And the show goes on.
I am surrounded by balance
With a under loud core.
True to myself,
I open the valve.
Repurpose and relocate
Ideas and memories and free that space.
Push hard and lean forward,
Roots will break
And be reborn on the first day
of unexpected sun
To hold you strong
And let you live out of balance.
What hides in the grass
Grown in this day of transition?
Fruits like Easter eggs
Are hard to see,
Yet precious and rewarding
For the eye of the naïve.
Work, health, friends, emails, future plans
Are ripening hidden in the green
Of hope and routine.
Stepping in the icy air,
This Christmas hours my face
And wakes the memories
Of a whole year
Up.
A mosaic of feelings
and events to drop in silence
Lay behind the steps made
for the future.
Even today you can
Break free
Through the little break in their attention.
In that second others ignore,
You will change your path
And will never feel
Imprisoned on a sunny day
In a fruitless office.
The lounge dream around my feet
Is thick and solid
And keeps annoyances and doubts
at bay.
I draw it each day
But vanishes during the day
Under the lightning of others.
The market is sometimes hard to find
In the big bag.
The struggle is to simplify
Spotting what makes a true difference
From what makes naturally chaos.
Zooming out of the daily vibrations,
The value of affection and loyalty
Comes through the days of silence
Empowered and solid.
