Beyond the path in sand
Beyond the sky
Beyond the universe
Beyond between
Beyond the future
and all that’s been
onwards to another land
With sweat and will
imagination and my quill
With all that I can give
and more than there ever was
I shall create my dream,
find bliss
and live a thousand years
far away from here and this
No more treading water all in vain
bombarded by the worldly pain
Held back by some force
that thinks I need to pause
when I know I should be moving
with the speed of thought
and live unbound
in a place where anger finds no food
and hate cannot take root
and love is all around
Where imagination is my feather
Never stuck again to brood
Like a waterfall to rush
and gush
and spray
and splash
and colour me in wet
to make the pages blush
and that
my life shall be
Words liberated emanate
creatively convene
from source to sea
and in a poetic move
inquisitively run
from cloud to tree
to drop on you
the wanderer
reflecting
in my pool of thoughts
Born to live undyingly
I never think it couldn’t be
The word Sport embeds in me
Stuckness is just an antonym
of Living Free
Given no power
it will remain in theory
* Remembering Vovô‘s dad and Vovó‘s mom who were born this day in 1895 & 1896, — two centuries ago.
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