Conform.
A big stride and I find myself in the daydream
Whispering to higher and strange gods
And singing, being heard for the first time
No reaching for the shame, no trace of loathing.
Regret doesn't exist, as we cannot turn back
When a step is given, that door is closed
Come on forward, and put up your iron shoes
Maybe they'll be so heavy to keep you grounded, I tell myself in the light of day.
Beauty, green, flesh, water, evaporates
Perhaps is a key, or padlock
How will I know?
Like the fox, I might as well rely on cunning.
New awakenings represent possible beacons,
And the slowest of progress, always paddling against the tide, salmons going up the waterfall
Eluding bears, the fear, the nothingness.
While I bathe myself with unfounded optimism
I wonder if fantasies will ever be tangible,
For the seed to sprout
For the spring to come.
Greetings! Nice poets of Hive. I hope everybody is doing superb. On this occasion I share with you all a recent text written by me the last couple of days. As usual, I find myself in a thoughtful state, mostly in the mornings, when I am traveling to my job, and I get inspired by everything, from my dreams, to the colors that I see, the people and of course the moments in my life, remembering the past, present and future.
I hope that you find it interesting at least, and if you got to read all of this I thank you greatly for taking the time to do so.
Until next time! Best regards.
Cesar.
