Some days the body is weak,
some nights the heart’s in despair,
some moments the world’s so dim,
some others I’m missing the air.
Enough of boxes I’ve had
-everything seems to be squared-
plenty of guide-lines, but none takes me far,
“Stay here” they do declare.
I am dreaming a world of shapes,
of colours and vibes and soul,
human and wild landscapes,
a place where there’s hope.
So I thank those boxes
and open them all,
I use their lines
to draw the new world.
Eleni Michail