What Is This Thing Called Happiness
Another year has passed
with a speed of light.
In the mirror I observe my face
curved with first lines.
A sculpture, a woman.
Body and soul.
Fire and ice.
Freedom am I.
Am I ready for a big step into a world,
a world that seems another universe
a milky way ahead?
Close my eyes.
Lose gravity.
Feel nothing.
Just the wind on my rosy cheeks,
as I carelessly cut the evening sky.
Seeking the unknown harmony
that I could call my own.
Suddenly I fall on the ground
and hit it hard.
I lie among the grains of sand.
Hear the bitter sweet song of the waves.
Maybe this is happiness
or am I still in the Bay of Hopes and Dreams