Why must a leader, I wonder, in the whisper of thoughts flowing like a river
Why must a leader, I wonder, in the whisper of thoughts flowing like a river,
make you follow them, crawling through the dust of doubts,
in a silent revolt on the body of generous dreams,
for the captain has left the soul sinking in deep waters.
Every word carries a story, an image of a double-edged sword,
that splits truth from lie, cutting illusions with precision,
if you can cut, cut and believe, even in what is wrong,
for sometimes mistakes hide lessons in their deep shadows.
The clowns have turned yellow under the tiring lights of the circus,
led by the words of strange allies of convenience,
and the deep meaning is nothing more than a shallow depth,
a paradox in which we lose ourselves, seeking the truth.
I ask if time will ever tell the truth so we can move on,
for eternity lies just beyond the shadow,
where hearts find peace and echo,
where time becomes a journey towards light.
Touch the source, the heart where it all begins, drowned in an ocean of words,
where silence speaks first, revealing the hidden essence,
they never truly say what it means to thirst,
to ardently seek the root hidden in the depths.
But I will reach the truth, emerging from the jungle of illusions,
to prove that I am the captain of my own joy,
to find trust in the hearts I touch,
for there lies the root of our true power.
For love, there is much left to say, true love leads us,
follow your heart to the pure light that embraces us,
it is divine to define our trust,
hands clasp in a peace only we create, a sanctuary of souls.
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Dan Enache
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