Fondly
Flames that found their fodder in reality
As fantasy is given life, forms are given fire
Fervour and fury from the skies above falling
Why have we abandoned reason without failing?
Is it so subtle to substitute away the absurd with this reality?
But is it not tiring to sense the treason? To live in a transition
To breath is at times the most simple form of a person’s freedom
And to look into your eyes is perhaps a gift, even if it is momentary
Yet it is of no reason to be caught in this wave of senselessness
A moment once whole is now made away as a world distant
Live here and now my friend, in the present, hand in hand
The universe is beheld by your mind, see it smile
And let the stars wish on your tries
Michael Aquilina 23.03.2023