What is better than a blue life?
What trumps the endless flow?
Governed only by the wind,
watched only by the sky.
I envy a life of blue,
I envy from my concrete.
I'm fettered to the ground,
bound by road and property.
You cannot own the blue life,
no, a blue life is free of possession.
Not even my dreams can grasp it.
No comments:
Post a Comment