We can no longer continue as we are, souls weary from nerves
We can no longer continue as we are, souls weary from nerves,
creatures grinding their lives in worries, fearing death because they have never truly lived.
We have lost ourselves in the maps of days, searching for treasures that do not shine under the sun,
and we have forgotten how to sip from the morning as from a cup full of light.
Every step pressed upon the earth becomes a shadow crawling towards dusk,
and our laughter, once a river of silver, has turned into extinguished whispers.
We seek meaning in the mists of memories and hide from the present that burns,
for we fear to look into the mirror of time and see unfamiliar faces.
We live through the stories of others, dreaming of the courage we have not embraced,
and our souls long for songs to free us from silence.
We fear death not because it comes, but because it catches us unprepared,
for we have not dared to dance under the open sky, to love with open hearts.
But perhaps, deep within us, there is a spark waiting to be touched,
a desire to truly live, to shake off the invisible chains.
Every day, we have a chance to be reborn from the ashes of regrets,
to write our own stories with ink of courage and threads of light.
Perhaps we will learn to live without fear, to embrace the unknown,
and thus, in the end, we will see death not as an end, but as a new calling.
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Dan Enache
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