Blindfolded

“Lies on the tip of tongues
Break us since we were young,
Diminishing the light of dreams
We got used to call whims.

If we let the heart wander,
It will only get distracted,
But what if it finds something
That gives light to all this nothing?

To walk blindfolded for a lifetime
Has only made me helplessly cry
As I search for words that might rhyme
And ease the dream that has yet to come alive.”

Ana