I don’t feel like standing still
I feel like walking on the bridges made of nice words,
on the streets of memories that turn into boulevards.
I feel like walking on songs that don’t smell like sorrow,
on the words that turn into messages of optimism.
I feel like walking with you, without fearing you,
without being afraid of steps that lead nowhere.
I don’t feel like standing still, even though I do it,
while I wait for a dream to take me elsewhere.
By Sonja Josipovic