Another page

of a story well-written

wakes up the gage

and the fear within...

Another day

in the morning haze

I get up and open myself

To a new hope and a new grace...

As I hope the day will be good

I see a young boy(through the window) wearing its hood

And I wonder...

Why does he act like a loner?

Has he went through a fight?

Or did he run from the serial one?

Has he felt the loss of someone,

or has he simply wanted to act?

I can also act

when I want to feel happy,

but how can you make up from that...

that it feels good to worry about nothing?

Everything is okay

even when we don't see it like this

Everythig will be okay,

otherwise, why do we say "death" is a better place?

As I hoped the day will be good

I saw a young boy wearing its hood

And I asked him:

"Would you like to really give in?"

And he said...:

"No, I don't, but... it feels so crazy

My life is messy!

And I am... afraid."

Having he said this, I went deeper

into my mind

And suddenly saw things much clearer

So I said to the wind

Things are not always the way we want them to be

But that doesn't mean that we ought to get hurt

Everytime I feel like nothing's worth 

Just breathe in... and let my wrath free!

This is how I let go of the agony...

This is how I wake up and see

The flowers, the birds and the trees

So that I never forget... that Life IS what I bring!