Quest

Cry that only you hear,

Mighty storm forming all around that only you know,

Peace you find in the middle of a crowd, but only for a while

Oceans you try to cross, but you know not, to swim,

Inaction that tears you apart,

Mountains that only you see,

An extra mile that you have to go alone,

Is this a quest for the Golden Fleece or a futile pursuit?

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My mind is full of thoughts, some white and some grey,

I tell them 'shut up, you ain't doing anything good'.

I watch tv, I watch movies,

I tell my self 'get out of the couch, you are going into coma'.

So many people, so many opinions,

I tell them 'go to hell, you ain't living my life'.

And it rains,

I tell myself 'get out, you gotta get wet'!

Life that is not!

Memories, borrowed from another life,

for you are too fragile to make new ones.

Rented place, you walk through, you call home,

for you are too scared to build your own,

scared of all the broken homes, scars, and wounds.

Dreams, only when you sleep,

for you are too wise to build castles in the air.

Pray, if you have to, for freedom from yourself!

Greener world

Stuck in traffic, standing in an overcrowded bus,
Just outside the windows, I see
Birds flying free and high,

I long for wings or a free fall
From a high flying bird.

Trapped in dos and don't s, plans and schedules,

I long for the Himalayas,
So vast and tranquil that many a man found peace,

and I long for Le Cloud,
A white heaven I once lived in.

Asked to write thousands of lines in a language that I can't speak,

I long for the fountains of Vegas,
Vibrant enough to leave me spellbound.

And when words dance in my mind,

I long for a pen and paper to treasure them forever.