light

the world is my favorite mess
its wrinkles - my favorite flaws
there’s something in carrying less
of cemeteries, ashes and claws

there’s something in caring more
for people who wander around
‘cause if you undress to the core
you’ll see it began with a sound

how long has your half-rotten ship
been sailing to infinite lands?
you’ll see, if you loosen a grip,
your life-long detour never ends,

i wonder and wonder and stop
inhale and admire again
the last irresistible drop,
the battle of monsters and men,

the humans who’re taking the lead,
whatever they’re climbing onto,
and those who are cautiously hid
behind their angle of view

the world is my favorite heap,
disorganized, tangled and tight
but when you have fallen so deep,
next thing you observe is the Light