Folks always say:
"thousand people, thousand wonders".
Confusing, simple truth is repeated,
so why through thousand little pathways
identical color runs,
soul of the mankind,
with the same umbilical connected
to the Earth on which color screams?
I might be a lonely star,
my twinkling is not even seen, not desired,
just wandering through backyards of life.
Yet, my dreams are not only mine,
for you and I extended our hands
to shovel through mud of insights,
to reach each other in ethereal distances,
precariously, with no names,
always striving for myths.