Freedom

Attached to tinsels and accessories... is it possible to fight for the sun when you oblige yourself to be caged? Once the pilgrim looked at the horizons and understood the magic from the renounce. The dance of the hills started and soon the redemption will cure the lost hopes.
When everything seems to be lost, it is when the right time comes. It is not possible to fly burdened with empty hearts... it is not possible to adore the prairie surrounded by walls...
The labyrinth of your hesitations drowns your magnificence. Time should be your ally and becomes the traitor. Walls are crying and the little kids lost their illusions before even starting.
Destined to flourish... for greatness... in the way to the stars... kissed by decorations of humility, goodness and softness...
Can they see that what we are is what we dream of?
Can they see that what we are is what we do?
Can you see that what we are is what we long for?
Obsessed by permanency and the cult of shallow anecdotes... and at the end of the road, just the lethal consequences...
Are you free? Are you going to the rainbow? Are you in motion like the wind? Keeping yourself floating over the early echo?
Are you able to do what you deep inside feel have to do?
Are you willing to smile at the beggar and embrace the thorn?
What do you bet on? So many things to hold on to, right?
The palace is built, I can see. So many days, so many moments... going where?
Silence... immense silence... suddenly a question... the question... from so many places... from them... a timeless question: can you stand alone? Can you?
Roofs and alleys, when the sun dances, it is the sound of your poetry that shakes the world... it is just the profusion of your braveries the only one able to lead you to the soft catharsis...
The price of your liberty is the cause of your boldness... There is so much perfection in the attempt... so much harmony! One day, by following that path, the dark side of your fear, will become the sweetest hankering...
You decided to strive for the anonymous goodbye... you dared Gods and oracles... and the tidal waves accompany you since then...

...keep dancing... keep going... your breath tastes of illusion and your way is simply unstoppable... the rainbows are there with open arms... so close... and your pace is light... because at last you just got it: you flow...