It is felt when thinking about anything
A sort of blank hole to fall down,
It opens the path to a new world full of either happiness or pain
Because of not knowing what to think about,
Neither about pity nor about joy
Pleasure, by means of it, is difficult to achieve
But easy to feel through illusions
Heart pounds in such a deep way that is in love with it.
It gets rid of rules and obligations
It provides delight
Brimming with happiness is the path to such an uncertain hole
But the tree broke my fall. It keeps me through.
The uncertain is such a delightful way for insatiable desires
It is a constant want. It actually seems to be a life’s must
Maybe yes or maybe not, why maybe?
Because it is unclear
Would it be risky to jump into the hole?
Imagine a sort of flying looking for pleasures
Two melting shadows under the sky
Kissing each other under the sun
But are the beams of light who do not allow the shadows to kiss
Why such a complication?
Because the beams are jealous of the sun shining for them
And just only for them. For two lovesick souls that are no longer sad
