We take deep breathes to ventilate
our minds that they contaminate with "facts"
and we cooperate to live
but what's life if we imitate
the things around they illustrate to be profound
and tolerate their moves as they assassinate
that very moment when you speculate
that there's more than this
what's life if we hesitate to
speak of what might be the
key to cultivate something beyond
what is here, beyond fate
our linguistic ability to communicate
is more than a sign to orchestrate
our feelings as one and incubate them into a new
luxuriate creation