We all leave traces in this world,
we are nomads, in an infinite universe,
always in search of something fulfilling for us,
when we stop we are scared,
We are scared that our traces are meaningless,
but we forget that standing still also leaves traces,
The number of traces left behind is not important,
It is only important that we bring a purpose to our world through our traces.

We water the seeds in our heads,
So that the flowers can grow there,
Because we love the beauty of blooming,
Sometimes we love beauty so much that we tear one from our garden and give it to someone important to us,
Some put them in water and nurture them gently,
Others throw them away or let them wither,
Some also give a flower in return,
Others do not return a flower,
It can be one of the greatest proofs of love,
But it can also be one of the most painful experiences,

We all play a certain type of chess,
In this game, winners and losers are meaningless,
Rather, we play against ourselves. Against our emotions, thoughts and experiences,
On an infinite chessboard, the poets' pieces move one step further with every poem,
There is no completion in this game, the infinite chessboard continues to expand at breakneck speed. So fast that the playing pieces sink into infinity. We only change the color, the appearance, the type of chessboard,
So that we are no longer aware of the melancholy infinity, we hope that the poetry, the poems that we write will increasingly overgrow the playing field,
So that in the end we can say to ourselves: “Victory in The Great Game of Poets and Lyricists, is the acceptance, the recognition of infinity.

Their pencils glide across the unfinished canvas, my fingers tap on the keyboard and fill the white void on the screen.

They search for the right colors, while I search for the right words. Meanwhile, you change pencils as I rearrange the themes.

The commonality that unites us is creating, observing, ultimately cherishing the moments that the souls around us experience.

Each creation is unique, in its form, as it happens. None like the other, once it happens, it will not happen a second time.

When you are down, I will be your dopamine,
If you are disoriented, I will be your compass,
When you feel like you are drowning, I will be your lifeline,
When you think you have no stability, I will be your pillar,
When you are cold, I will be your warmth,
When you need someone to talk to, I will be your listener,
If you need a place to retreat to, I will be your SafeSpace,
No matter what you need or want, I will be that for you.

We have to realise that we can’t stop changes in our life.
Because every decision and the decision of not changing things, changes our life.
We have to admit, that we can’t stop changes, but we can direct them into the direction we want them.

We can’t work against storm, but to work with it.
We can’t change the wind, but we can change the turn of our sails.
It is the changes who makes us bloom.
It is the changes which are the reason why we are human beings.