Would it cost you much
To caress your duties away
Stop being in a rush
And listen to what your heart has to say?

Years are fragments of a drainage
Seeking to absorb our vision
Should we give priority to distraction
Or kiss the trophy of determination?

Our beings know no less than peace
Do you not feel a certain bliss
Lying in the arms of your bed
Who calls your soul to take over for the night?

It doesn’t beg to feel alive
For its endurance is eternal
It only asks for your hand to borrow
Merging with it to produce your grand renewal