14/07/22

Rome’s on fire
California’s on fire
Portugal’s on fire

and stil, 
you call me mad.

They are growing old
those I love the most.

It’s falling apart,
that place I love the most.

It’s scattering away,
that dream I love the most.

Should I say loved,
instead of love?

Should I say gone
instead of going?

Should I say closed
instead of closing?

Keep that last bit of coffee
Keep that last piece of candy
Keep that last final episode

Until it tastes stale
Until it falls in pieces
Until it doesn’t mean anything anymore.

But I know how to say goodbye
But I know how to walk away
But I know how to close the book.

Just don’t want to do it anymore.

Oh that moon is so full
Oh that moon is so bright
Oh that moon is so close.

Nights full of scents
Nights full of songs
Nights full of sighs.

And I’m still here.

Yesterday that field by my home
burnt down.

Yesterday that friend living by my home
moved away.

Yesterday that cup full of memories
broke away.

So many pieces
So many ashes
So many paths

scattered away.

Those dreams were never yours
They were mine.
.
Those tears were never yours;
They were mine.

Those fears were never mine
They were yours.

It is time,
right?

Of course it is…

Look at the birds
and their wings stretched wide!

Look at the stars
and their diverging paths!

Look at their faces
and their unique features!

There’s still so much to uncover.

Listen to the wind in the trees,
Listen to the birds in the boughs,
Listen to your heart in your chest.

And go on.