Living twenty four into seven

You have wings?
Want to fly? Fly, but you may get lost among
the tall trees and the floating clouds.

If you fly low, you will be safe.
If you seal your lips, you will live light,
The other path will take you on one
full of pot holes and boulders, and suddenly,
you may discover yourself at a dead end.

Walking under the burning sun is,
too painful,
you may not encounter a shade
a tree can provide,
one you can rest underneath,
Keep to the left, and keep close to the crowd,
Follow others, that's life.

If you dream big, and different,
Just draw in, the people and the rivers, and the darkness,
along with the light,
turn into a whirl pool of love,
Love even those, who discard you as a use and throw pen,
or a used condom, or a ladder to climb to some peak,
and walk away
without scruples or with some
loud justifications for their deeds,
Love them, because they are too weak and crippled
in their souls.

Feel the surge of warmth, from a distance,
Be in the hallow, with a prayer in your lips,
Even though for some moments.
Such moments hardly come by, and lift you a little,
And you breathe in the air that has
a different fragrance.
You have been there and have stretched your hand
during a fall,
Nobody may look back, nobody may remember
that once you had ground your bones and churned your blood
to light a candle when their houses were dark
and their hearts were broken,
while their bodies
were hot and needed a presence.

Your eyes may betray you a whole can of tears
Still smile through the haze
Toil through the day, with the mounds of thoughts,
Weighing you down,
and sleep, waiting for another day,
and another day,
May be a day will come
when you will not have to wait,
for nothing.