Moments float
like uncontrolled stream.
You watch your shaky image
in flowing moments and
imagine getting free
from the past and future.
You force to deny your mad search.
So pathetic...
You cry and laugh for
this mechanics of existence.
But... some moments hold you
in their comforting arms
and free you from
your own mad search.
Now, you look at yourself
eye toeye and
firmly walk to the unknown
destination singing
a song of life
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