Conditions ©

By Ben Bustillo – Prohibited its reproduction

Conditions to feel alone,
The same if you like a flow to come along,
Abounding on a place to stay,
Conditions to see if you and I can fall in love…

Temptations who follow you anywhere,
Situations that push a moment of truth,
Laughs, tears, emotions, sunrises,
Conditions to look in your heart through your eyes…

Passions on roads that float through an air of emotions,
Silences that cover a night of seduction,
Walk alone, walk with you, a walk to the moon,
Conditions that life place on us two…

Sitting on a porch seeing the sun going to sleep,
Waiting for a star to shine on a path for you and me,
Conditions imposed by the reign of who knows by whom,
Who cares to condition the moment of truth?

A ray of moonshine or a ray of sunshine,
A flower, a river, a lake or a cloud,
A roar that comes from inside the soul,
Who cares for conditions that reign in the obscure?

A pause in the thinking arousing the muse,
A look in the valley of the souls in the loose,
Conditions who prevail in the world of today,
But I feel what I feel and that is what it is…

A crowd, one soul, a man and a woman,
They search for togetherness and loneliness too,
A condition that sets a moment of fact,
That a you and a me will never be an act…