Reconciled with the world
you begin the day
however the sound of sirens
tears bright thoughts
you do not associate dreams
names faces streets
like a madman
you search for a premise
of being yourself
the autumn morning
fortifies you with platinum cladding
that will be the moment
when you liberate yourself
from bleak visions
fears
from yourself
and you will shout out –
I am free!
but already in the evening
wingless you will nestle yourself
in poignant manacles
of fossilized routines
you still
feel like a stone
under the feet of the universe
stripped of love