Sometimes I
don’t know
whether I’m
on denial
or sensing
the flow
of
something vital.
I am a sad
person,
unsatisfied
with life
by
stupidity and conviction.
Melancholy
is my vice.
Proudly
unhappy,
seeking
something else
beyond my
shabby
existence
in stealth.
So I begin
the strife
to be noticed.
Vanity is
my sin,
presumption,
my acid.
But, now
and then,
in spite of
this nothingness,
a grain of
sand
glows
clear, in bless.
«Life is
wonderful»,
it says to
me.
«Just
follow the rule
to make you
free
of despairs
and sorrows,
loneliness
and grief:
you need
light to cast shadows.
This is
more fact than belief!»
Denial or
perspective?
A change of
lenses?
Can I be
objective
about the
soul’s senses?
My life
needs light,
joy and
fulfilment,
but aiming too
high
makes me
lose the moment.
Instead of
the horizon
my lenses
should focus
on detail
and action,
like a
child who’s curious.
Life is
made of seconds,
like cells
are made of stardust.
Light
shines in tiny microns
glued with
love and trust.
