Just to be young...( To be just...young)

Maybe now…imagine

I could finally be young…

All those years lost in some empty garden

That is crossed between my own existence

And the legends of being me…

It doesn’t matter who you are,

It doesn’t matter who I am.

Just imagine all of my diseases resting

Silently inside the light of your own heart,

The one light my eyes have decided to follow…

And what if other lights could be created

From this smile, over and over again?

Just imagine…what if the definitive bridge could be built

And in its very soul all the worlds that were born

Inside my impressions could take the form

Of a whisper of love…and make my mind still…

Even if only for precious seconds,

Or lost pieces of thoughts wanting to be in your heart…

To be young… to have my weak hands not struggling

But filled with any soft sensation,

Maybe called love,

Maybe bringing your name attached

To the pure joy of living…

To have the years of my youth

Being running like they’ve always deserved

To be inside of me, out to the world,

Breathing lives through the skies above my imagination,

Straight to the reality I’ve never had the chance to be in…

Imagine being young and designing my beliefs of strength

Among the clouds of people everywhere,

Clouds of my original existence,

Not being moved to someone else’s body…

To be young, like a song that is love,

A song not written to be sung alone…

Imagine sailing across a sea where the water

Wouldn’t take back the promises of one day, finally,

Sending me to the shore…

And just imagine having my reflection on these waters

As something that brings me happiness…

Being young and spreading my spaces

All over the corners of my winding ways…

And having love, love above all this…

Being real, not a fake figure…

Facing despair with heart and soul…

Not having to name problems,

But being part of the cure we long for…

Being young and not having to be any rock

For anyone to stand upon,

But stand upon my own strength…