Life,
built and driven by dreams,
compelled by needs,
conquered through opportunity,
sustained by dedication,
longed for by desire.
Desire, which drives dreams,
with the folly of burying them
in the present routine
and in superior external decisions.
This partner desire, divided,
by indecision and power,
by wanting and duty:
yields and withers.
Surrendering to destiny and fate,
woven into the horizon,
blind to the present,
credited to the past,
premises of the future,
entangled in possibilities
irreverent to the central,
present, and adjacent conditions:
of life, like metamorphosis,
mutable, unavoidable, and relentless.
Faced with assumptions and
eventualities,
is what’s meant to be, to be?
Perhaps, in the undulations of the search
for the fleeting existence.
"I only know that I know nothing," yet trying to reflect a little about life.
