What About You?

What about poetry?

What about love and loss?

Is there in this world someone who can transcend life,

As the one considered to have not lived a life?

We are born, struggle, love, fight, cry, fall and rise.

We keep looking for that happiness everyone talks about

But few have experienced.

My life is a drama I myself write every day a part.

My drama is something I cherish.

Yes I like exclamation marks and repetitions

Yes I like sighings and looking up to the sky

Closing doors with a harsh caress of the hand

Life, I try every day to get to understand its purpose

Some say that we are there for a reason

Others will say we are there for no reason

What are we then? Spectators? Authors?

We are both but we all seek recognition

I am seeking recognition for my observation

and transcription of life,

I hunger for love, knowledge, and madness,

I crave for fun, passion and a calm breeze.

I want to be somebody and nobody

I want to laugh through the thunder's cry.

I want to run and smash into the storm ahead.

I want to live fully, I want to live on the spot

No more thinking, no more procrastinating,

I want all of everything.

I want a white dress used only once,

I want someone to dance with till the end,

Through the tempest and in the singing sun

I want a rose from you on my chest

Cause that's all I need for my last rest.