Fighter

 

It took me long

Navigating utopic seas, 

Picking the warrior of light shoes

And giving them up

For the mystical flying carpet,

Walking as the monk

With peace replacing 

The tattoos of war, 

Until it emerged, 

Turned on as counterculture, 

The freedom fighter. 

Awakened by the thrill of the game, 

It seemed my spirit was not willing to indulge

In any ideology 

Or common reality interests, 

So I was quite surprised 

To realize

I would so fight 

For my freedom to fight. 

It sounds so reduced 

A world just of order, 

When we all can agree

That without all

Resonating frequencies, 

There won't be an utopy;

So that is not possible 

In natural ways, 

For each dances his own music

With personal steps. 

I'm free of desire 

To make a world on my view

To fit my ideals

And harmonious too, 

I dare to be me

And I dare reality 

To stay entropic

And free.