Breaking time, light enters through the corridor,
frightened, I close the door.
"It can't be me," I think.
"I can't be that much love," I say.
Why did I break time? Why did I want to be free?
I hear the birds chirping, day-breaking,
time has been forgotten 'cause I have been
shattered into a trillion specks,
into all of us, human beings.
My child, my father, my mother,
my brother, my sister, my family
and you, the stranger who knocks
at my door as I exhale and inhale
the freedom within life.
"It can't be me," I say.
"I can't be that much love," I think.
Is it the truth? Silence reigns,
so I peek and open the door,
but light blinds me tight,
so I rush and shut the door.
"It can't be me," I think.
"I can't be that much love," I say.
Breaking time, light enters through the window,
frightened, I am life you love.
"It can't be me," I say.
"I can't be that much love," I think.
Although shut close is the door,
windows are open, so light impregnates me
with bliss, so I contemplate the beauty
of being love, without opening the door.
Who is it out there that I can't see?
It is me. It is you. It is much more,
it is love knocking at the door,
breaking time.
There are days when things seem unreal. We believe life is a dream painted of reality. On the contrary, there are days things seem so real we wish it were a dream. How can we find a balance between our dreams and reality?
