Black or grey,
Colors that lack to inspire.
That’s my camouflage
And my way to sabotage
Of human beings
And their reactions.
This word written in capital letters
Sends a clear message: It matters
It matters to me, to you, to all,
We fight for it… or go AWOL.
To describe freedom is really hard,
This concept always catches me off guard.
I don’t know it, I never did
Freedom is not a vivid thing.
Why I dare to say it out loud?
Because I can, because I’m right
Our freedom is as real
As the emperors new clothes ever will.
We ‘re fooled to believe in a myth
A dream machine we’re building in a filth
Of corruption, slavery and destruction
That never comes to function.
Freedom exists only when
You let go and even then
You must run away from this world,
That keeps you still, in chains of gold.
What a difference makes
To be a second late for
Life and death first date.
Being day or night
Same as babies in a cot
I love sleeping tight.
What are you looking at?
An empty box, a nice designed shell
A beautiful image starring back as well.
It looks very nice, but you know better
Pretty face doesn’t really matter.
It only matters to the ones that don’t know
That reflections are deceiving,
They come and they go.
The smiles and tears of happiness
Are always magical and the key to mindfulness .
Magic is the hug you give to the loved ones
When you see them again after a long while.
Magical is the kiss you receive
First thing when the morning begins.
The first raindrops that touch your face
Make you feel special in a sweet embrace.
The snowflakes you see after a long time
Are magic and pure and divine.
Sunshine brings magic back to surface
Whenever you feel like you’re lost in this race.
This happens everyday
The moment you open your eyes
Up to the time the night gives its way.
So enjoy the magic, as much as you can
Because life is fascinating and glamorous,
Again and again.