Let life be the stream it want to be
flowing in zero miles a hour
taking a spontaneous ride
to where the soul prefers to rest

Let life fly where it want to soar
upbraided, defenselessly free
up in the dense clouded skies
with no reform, unrolled, cleansed

Let life be the summit of itself
filled with love and laughter
at the expense of unspent darkness
unfrozen in the heap of a rumble