I
don't know why
I always wanted to know why
even when our face lies to them
rudely, "who are you kid?"
I always wanted to know why
a flame hides himself
when his brother water
comes near to play
I wanted to know badly
why mother earth made
a blue fence for us and
cemented its holes with white sand.
I always wanted to know
why a man holds his pen
to write, when the world around him
is filled with critics.
A child, a flame, the sky and words
are always the limits
the horizons of doubts
or is it?
