with the same eyes

sometimes it's hard to let the whole world in through the same eyes
every morning
every morning

sometimes there's just no more space between the temples to let in all the anxieties
the fears the hopes and the thousand sleepless nights 

sometimes you hear that hissing  far away
 that feeling of emptiness
which reminds that we are
that we are so
small
we are
 sometimes alone
sometimes together
we are

sometimes it's hard to let the whole world in through the same eyes
every single morning that comes about
it is difficult yes
yet we insist
and we move, we shake around
and open eyes we dream
 we dream of flying far away free
free

sometimes it's hard to let the whole world in through the same eyes
every single morning
under these suburban sky 
but only these eyes we have 
 if we have to watch, we do
and come what may

Marco Bo
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