utopia

I don’t want to wait
I don’t want to deny
to lie or inquire
to look for the truth in the hair
or outside [the box]
or probably inside, who knows

I don’t want to keep my hands in pockets -
mine, yours
it’s time to accept that our pockets are empty
and the words are lost
in the intermissions of our definitions

I don’t know what it means
or does it pretend to mean something
even if it is absolutely useless and senseless -
I don’t look for common sense

previously I mentioned and now, wait, confession -
common sense doesn’t look for us, too!

it all depends on wind conditions, sky directions
morning sacral affirmations
this doesn’t lead to any conclusion
i believe that misunderstandings and missmeetings
urge us to become better than that

I hope this fire will not harm you
it can be ignited, note this -
my metaphors don’t know how to stop
so do my paths of exploration
i tried to put meanings into words
but I lost the right letters,

your turn