Musings

I don't even know why I worry
when so little of life goes the way I want...
And when so much of my story
can be defined and changed by an instant...

I wish my heart wasn't in such a hurry
to get the things it wants but tries to avoid
and my mind didn't sound so melancholy
or repetitive, or closed, or annoyed...

If only life wasn't such a brute fight
who knows if I'll even win.
I just hope my heart ends up as light
as his touch upon my skin...

Something might happen if I accept
that flying high and moving like air
is seeing all I did and everyone I met
was not even a test, but a straight stare...

 

17/05/2025