jeudi 9 avril 2015

Under my feet

Under under under...

Not that far,
Lays a path,
When sun rises high and traffic goes silent.

Not out of reach,
The price of steadiness,
In a tumultuous world.

Not ouf of breath,
The grasp for freedom,
Without chaines of  despair.

Not out of nowhere,
The common hope
Of  a warm day.

Not other there,
From the simple idea
To the right fact.

Under under under ...

Not a dream,
Just the real ground,
Under my feet...

Not a lie,
Other again,
My steps lead my way.

Not a promise,
It's already happening,
Awakening from darkness.

Not a choice,
Despite my will,
Just the evidence...