We take deep breathes
to ventilate our minds
contaminated and strewn with
the "facts" of life.
We cooperate to live
we cooperate to survive
but
what's life
if we imitate those surroundings?
They illustrate to be profound
and tolerate their moves
as they assassinate
that very moment
when you speculate
that there's something 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
more than a dull accompaniment
to orchestrate.
Our feelings, as one,
incubate them into a new
luxuriate creation.
Take hold of this creation
and cure with it what you can
this is the new revolution
shoot it back with a smile.