A plume of smile and the rest of tears.
As if everyone balanced and everybody
Queing. Everyone moaning, and the rest
Keep boasting. As if everyone happy and everyone
Desperate, nobody free, but they're all waiting
Turn by turn, each and everyone, random-pointed
They say “I have the right, the right to be - ”
And the others “Why ? And I should have”
But life turns and rolls so they always look back
At the end like in the beginning, for they start
Nothing but the line of here, the line in there,
And that running from each to each.
In and out and high and low, booms and bangs
Or blast and blow. Changing location and ways,
Yourself in mid-air, always remain, too far from here
And too far from there, but balancing and being thrown
And everlasting yoyo in the skies' transparent hands.
That control your mouth, and send stars in your eyes,
Or remove them when you fed them up.
So after success and failure,
After the moves and resignation
After the steps and the falling
Down and down to the lowest of low
You find you are
High in the trees
And again to fall
With that possibility
And that potential
Not even a risk.
But the ability
Time clears away
Broken shattered puzzles
To assembled new grounds
Smooth and silk and soft and mild
Trust stirs in you from a long sleep
And forces your feet
On the next road.