All eyes were false

Original Poetry

I was never cumulonimbus,
not even a cloud of breeze.
I wanted to be more passionate
but defeated my ideas.

From so much thinking,
I decided to be someone common,
despite the universe he was wearing.
Full of common things,
until I realized
that everything around me
it was dust that stretched
without a trace.

I walked through the rainbow
looking for something more,
something that inspired me,
to feed me every day
Me isolated, I cried, I laughed,
they say that's life

What a great life if there is nothing left,
if everything is illusory!
I found love then.
How flattering is love!

But all eyes were false,
false hugs,
you break the words,
the lips broken with lies
up to my lips.

When there was nothing left,
neither dreams, nor lips,
nor blue sky, I thought, who am I?
or what have I become?

And I had no answers
Or yes, a simple:
I'm just a being who waits every day to die,
But I do not agree
I got dressed and I understood that clothing is another illusion,
So, I dressed like an illusion
and I looked for another love.

I looked at myself in the mirror and shouted:
Today you will be a song!
And I did not find a single note.

And it's not that everything is as now they could think,
but simply the whole world is what it is
and I was never a cloud,
I am earth, I am fire, I am air, I am water, I am female.