do not ask why

beyond the pillars of any reasonable doubt and fear
under this grey suburban,sky
sometimes
you are happy
as a warm and welcoming island that maybe
during your brief and precarious always,
you will never reach

butdo not ask why
in not knowing keep on rowing
on this frail raft of the
 so like it happens

and keep on flying like a fragile string lost in the wind
to the land of the eternal veil

Marco Bo