Is it better not to
feel the smell of corn
rather than to dream
of stones and torments

Is it not better to
return to the Dawn
as soon as one draws its way
into the infinitely pure

Is it better not to
ride a storm
every time another
loses his faith in the Azure

Is it not better to
relive every moment
when we lose a flame
that will no longer shine

Is not it better to
live for a dance
when the rose hatched
and no one else worships

Is not it better?

Is not it better?

poetry by MrJuan (2017)