nothing special

who told you writing is about meaning?
who told you that you can't write your history when you are dreaming?
who told you that you can't find a lost dream in your coffee?
you should let freedom play with your words like a spirit with beams
some wandering eyes will also come to play their game
let your heart dance on its song and if it comes to steal you... give it a coffee
it will taste the sweetness of life