Hello fate
I keep avoiding you
I keep looking for a purpose less difficult, looking for a place on the ground
I stay frightened of the stars
One day I'll fly away
I'm sure
One day I'll slip and slide and levitate
and forever lose your hand
Forever
Cold, alone and an absolute wildflower growing trembeling in the sky
With my cloudy brain
When will we learn to comunicate? Several years ago
and in a future
where everything is silver