Pathfinder Poem by Gianni Pintus

Destiny is making,
you awaiting,
for something,
worthwhile,
could be a friend,
could a star,
could be a lover,
but you could be,
awaiting it,
for a while.

You start to search,
but nothing is worth,
so don't look and chase,
every dreams,
don't be so frantic,
spotting perfect sins.

Take your time,
and be spontaneous,
do make things,
just not only,
for you ego sake,
make it worth,
for what you wait,
and make it worth,
for what you are.

Mother moon,
sister sky
and heaven sake,
will look after you,
addressing you,
to the right path,
then you need,
just follow,
your heart.

Time is precious,
in this big world,
but what make,
you whole,
is that feeling,
untamed inside you,
you drive you,
where only horizon,
can be seen,
then only true love,
will win.