Front row, best seat.
Sit, relax, and watch
What’s happening around you
And inside you.
People’s life happen in the background
And you see shadows of it,
Little photograms that make you dream
In colours.
And lights switch on and off apartments
Full of love, and fears, and dreams,
And expectations.
And there are offices, parks, cafes, schools
Populated with life, and traces of me,
Everywhere, spread in those souls,
Trying to make sense of things and return home.
I have been abroad far too long
From myself, and it’s time to close
The shutters and reconvene
With my dreams,
Sitting at the table of honesty
With the glass of truth
In my hand,
Resting on the promise
I will always catch myself back.
The midnight bell rings
The chariot turns into a useless
Prop
The mirror stays,
Calling my name
After all this run,
I realised,
I just lost a ballet shoe, and
A couple of rhymes.