Not Enough

Waking up in the daybreak of another distress. Standing with two winds on your side a little early, a little late. Maybe time is a jail and you own the key of your cave. You stay inside until the end of the hurricane, until nature accepts you, until you accept her, until you love each other again. Around you, desert roads of a disaster that you created. You were it's God and gave it shape and color and style. The only thing that you didn't give is voice, to call you in the middle of the night. You, only you, can tame your fears with a promise becoming illusion, sharing you between two worlds. Remember this share. You have to walk along. With a nostalgic pain in the eyes, near you stand the oblivion and the dream. You will walk but your steps are carrying the winter. They are floating in a desert of guilt. They are steps of human. Two drops of tears are not enough for these plains. Two hands are not enough to raise the sadness of the world. Not enough.