Tell me if…

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.