The canopy on my head
Dances thoughtless in this afternoon
And the single leaves hug each other
In a heartfelt choreography.
Nature outside me screams
And the concrete inside me clashes
While I climb
my contradictions and todays’s incongruities.
Free Reasons and reassurance
In such a lost reality is sometimes found
Surprisingly in the horoscope.
With no intention of giving it value,
I find myself lulled by its promise
Of stability and periodicity.
What is a hard for me to interpret
Finds a silly explanation
And the atmosphere gets lighter.