My body was sitting on that bench looking at the moon,
My mind was flying very far from that bench, and so close to the moon.
Then, I wonder how far the mind can pull the body up
and a tear came out from my body.
I felt all this mass stuck on that bench.
I felt my eyes stuck looking at the sky,
and my arms moveless resting on my lap.
This body of mine, it is here and now,
just appreciating the night, getting old, seeing life passing by,
getting forgotten in time, with nothing in the hands but
the mind.
Then I wonder what the mind can do,
I wonder how strong mine is
I wonder how alive I have been
And how much more alive I could be.
Sadly, my memory cries.
I am not alive, I am here and now.
My lungs are breathing and my heart beating
But my soul is dead, my mind is powerless
And my unnoticed skin doesn’t feel pain or relief.
The only thing I could do is to close my eyes,
continue breathing and hoping,
hoping for a new ray of sun,
for a tiny breeze of love that could save my mind,
for the shy echo that whispers from the inside,
for the voice of my inner being, that despite pretending to be dead
is aware of being the only hope for this mass lacking self-love.
Now I wonder...
