Fighting the haze

Writing is the medication to all my ailments

 

Only writing my way to Hazen

will let me become

my dreamed self

 

There’s no other solution

no other possibility

to fight this haze

that tries to get a grip on my mind

 

When I forget that secret

I become irascible

I start wanting to control everything around me

and my words dry up

as the energy used to fuel my inspiration

is squandered around

 

Logistic obstacles are here to make me grow in my faith

they shouldn’t stop me, shouldn’t even bother me

nor dampen my mood

thus opening a highway for the river of haze

that’s always waiting behind the corner

to fill and confuse my spirit

 

Only printed words

will let me see clearly

the sunny peaks

of the mountains

I dream to reach