The ones who survive
are the ones who climb
enough to restore what's lost .
They are doing their best
to be what they ever wished
to be perceived as , felt through
as fireflies with a lightning ,
and still , breaking in
to see what is to believe
in a "fairy tale nonsense " .
Look at their small dreams ,
yet they are thinking big ,
their light - our present ,
their path so long ,
and life seems to be so short .
We feel so small like them ,
with only one life to live ,
being what we want to feel as ,
not what we want to be seen as ,
and finding the warmth , a place
where we permanently belong .
It feels like our hearts are too small
for our dreams and achievements ,
our minds busy being convenient ,
but our path stays there longing
to be questioned and resembled
as the main goal every soul looks for .
Legs hurt from walking , road is dark ,
but human existence is never tired
to run for the world's inner answers
and hidden secrets with curiousity ,
yet humanity problems are always awake
they find us , bother our sense to live ,
torture our souls with quests we can't complete ,
but as long as we are here-and-now
so deeply stuck in the Universe cycle ,
we as human individuals we see
through heart- and -soul ,
through warm and cold ,
through fire and dust ,
we'll climb as long as we love
as long as we feel and breathe ,
to find the truth , what's real .
And I hope you could understand a real human without request for anything , how long he takes to survive while in a storm , tossing and turning in his mind and soul . Neverending escapism , don't let time turn you into stone.