Want to ask you as you may know by now probably irrevocably unsophisticated and responsibly
Is this an act of despair or a act of love?
Or does it really matter now
As the waves are
flooding the ocean and the moments multiply incessantly
Does it really matter in this universe?
Wanting to know can be considered a crime in this emptiness of meaning
Wanting to know the difference attempting to divide and conquer always as if war
Is not an illusion of ego
Sentimental innocence attempting to collect the moments
In this dance of dawn…