NAVIGATE

NAVIGATE

Could slowly navigate
Cloaked in storms everyday
Landscapes painful and profane
Trying peace immersed in another sea.
Scenarios as diverse, I can look
And in them the sorrows sovereign
overcoming days and weeks
No pier where I can dock myself.
But when you realize, old friend
The luck refuses another face
And I need to generate meekness.
The risk to dream no longer scares me
Word even more peaceful and fair
Making this way more beautiful.

MARCOS LOURES