Look at the sky, let your dreams fall on your eyelids,
just like summer rain would, if you had ever let it.

Touch your hair, with eyes still wide shut,
Oh, hear that honey-like silk craving to live again.
Stamp your foot.

Now!

Now is the moment when you grab yourself, when you cry of happiness.
Now is when you realize that nothing but yourself is worth enough to touch the life for the first time.


Be the baby ready to live,
Spread your palms and touch your smiley cheeks.

I was yet to be born,
NOW
I am born (again).



Not when others tell you to be,
but when your inner self becomes ready.