We Dream, We Walk
Is this a poem or an state of mind?
We dream without any fear when the moon has already hidden behind the mountain.
We walk without having to use thick masks that separate us from everything that happens around us.
Waterfalls of light are in charge of guiding us towards a life that we never imagined having.
For an instant, nothing seems to faze our mortal soul.
The clouds move away from us.
Every step we take brings us closer to…