a fountain not yet full:
has it not yet been attended to
or does it patiently wait for rain water?
in a clearing, a statue cries
and when his tears dry,
the tracks of rust
give away his sadness.
What is the cause of his sorrow?
Who is he – Jupiter or Jesus?
two paths lead into the woods and I have yet to check my map
dreaming of the luxury to explore without a map, without time constraints
a seemingly uncharted territory –if only to me
getting lost never bothers me when I have the gift of time: