The Flow

Who knows how far the sky stretches
or how fast, the clouds can dance
and in which direction the wind blows
when the rain falls, and the pain grows!
Or why waves aim to kiss the moon
seeking her affection, receiving wounds
trying to reach what they know they can’t
how sad are the waves, and the love they crave!

Who dares to teach the meaning of life
while having lived less, less than enough;
Having read a book, or maybe two
that’s not enough, that’s less than few!
But people are weak and easy to fool
tripping over simple lies, so insecure
falling prey to those who were born to rule
knowing nothing, how pitiful…



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