In the anger that grows inside,
in the happiness that shines and moves skies,
it’s you.
In your worst moment, in your best moment,
in your biggest fear, in your greatest joy,
it’s you.
And if in the darkness, you see colors,
and if in the love, you can’t find light,
it’s only you.
Either you flee, either you fight,
either you trust your own gut
and you choose that there is more for you to be
than simply right (!?)
or you just go with the flow
and wherever that will go, will go,
it’s all on you, it’s only you
that gives the meaning onto the phrases,
that fills the space and turns the pages
that remain blank by each presence
you haven’t witnessed by yourself
because others, and all the others,
are only real
because we are real, ourselves.
And if it weren’t for us to see,