inclination to freedom

under this grey suburban sky,
at the crossroad with the must be,
 in constant journey to the thin veil of the unknown
chained at this present moment flowing away
we challenge every barrier with the sharp edge of a smile
 
and in two pastel colored verses of compassion
we chant the saving cool breeze of the future
one inside our chest, between mouth and breastbone
and the other against the atrocious wall of silence

Marco Bo