Some times you have to confine yourself against will

Lot of times I feel like am a free bird

I wish I have my own wings

There comes the reality

Which has always a plan for me

To obey, the orders it has for me

Tying me to destiny

Nonetheless, I am not always a puppet

When I realize everything is an illusion or maya

I walk towards what my heart sings for

A dream is always my best friend were

I don't have limitations

To achieve such dreams is my journey !!!

I dreamed you came aboard
to commend me to the sea
and I dreamed you rode a horse

to your wedding sidesaddle
even though the only thing
you let between your legs

was the melancholy strings
of the cello, you with your instinct
for music and dangerous suitors

I still place to this day what is left
of the afternoon in care of your hands
kissed by so many strange men

whose names you can't remember
on the long nights we spend
together without sleeping

in the same bed alone we are
dreaming the dreams
we dream when all love is lost.

if at all God is a myth

Whom we reach for

Salvation and get freed

From our sins ?

Yes, it is you who can

Free from all your adversaries.

Don't be a spectator

But,

Be a good child
Be a good parent
Be a good neighbor
Be a good human

When heavens closes it's door

You only have you

For defense and also survival

[The lines of the hands formed a complex map]

Reality strikes
The days pass by
Two lines
Different seasons
Separate stations

[Reality hitting on the rocks]

Curve line erasing the good things of the past
2 drops of water falling on the way to the office
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  |        |  Old soundtrack passes over parallel tracks
Theater full, broken line

Days pass and pass
Birthdays pass, not words
Difficult to pretend to be well
No words happen

Places I’m not, line closed
Places you are not, closed line

Romanticism doesn’t feel the same as maps on our maps
2 parallel drops fall
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The game hits me against the rocks
You don’t follow me in a straight line

[Reality catches me]

there are no words
there is nothing
thick fog

The same lines
Now they are parallel
Your reality hits

[The lines in my hand no longer form a map]

   - Codelandandmore // 4:00 PM ©