A day a while ago
I sat down by a tree
I asked him 
if he ever gets bored
I really wanted to know
has he ever wondered
how it feels to run

He looked at me
not in my eyes
for a long time
long enough at one point
I knew at once

There was no room
for questioning
wondering was
a waste of time
when you are so fully
being yourself.

•
He spared a thought in his own voice's sleep
Wise, he won the fight.

She dared to care in her own reason's defeat
Wide, she lit the night
•

Love yourself like you are not watching.

Seems to me the chimes of freedom are flashing

Flashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fight