Tell me if
there is a reason
to become the wind
that transforms our world.

Tell me if
I could undertake reason,
and transform it into love.

If this is so,
tell them that
I am not willing to let go
the life that
has been given to me.

So, this is it,
where everything
begins and ends.

I recall the days
emptying my sugar dreams
in terrible regret.

When will pain be an asset
I am willing to lose?

When…

Let pain go.

… I am willing to
transform into love.