Got Only a road to tread soft...like a green ...like dreams...

Got only a road to tread on,
Like a soft
Green field,
Filled by harvest of all seasons
Grained, whispering Only Love...

Got nothing else to do
In this small fragment
Of a movie fantasical show...
Running non stop
Sans interval...
Repeat
Pressed
All the small times
Of this small grain of life...
Stretching
Elongating
Flowing ...

However
Like
Stretching
To
The One,
The Truth...
The Beauty...

Yeah
O dear
Yea
Like a Sea,

Like a breeze

Like a rain dreaming a flood
Holy one
The Inundation...

Got a whole gamut of stories
Beautiful to paint,
Never ever
O dear
To be drained...

Still
If you feel
This life
Is calling not you
Then
have a flight
On your road own
Never owned,

Own it
Now...