simple beings as we are
we proceed at sight and always on,
we look for a reason
and then we sit by its side for a moment
as if it was a cradle of peace
and we stay there in silence long enough
to contemplate this reason
to find the balance
and then
we run away
looking for peace again
and for a new reason, a right direction
simple beings as we are
we are made of clay, fire, water and wind,
and we just look for a reason
a come what may
to help us overcome once again
the dark night
under this gray suburban sky
Marco Bo

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