Little things

All those little frustrations
that cloud our lives...

Despite all our good intentions

sometimes what we desire hides

Even if we don't realize

we build castles in the air

and when they fall and vanish

we search for all our lost wishes

and we can enter despair...

And we cry out for one last wish,

and our anger unleashes

and as soon as the storm installs

our minds darken

And the anger can't be contained by cages or walls

It can't be stopped until something is broken

or some event awakes us from that ordeal

And then our minds clear

our heart is not so heavy

and pure joy is what we feel.

With no more anger, sadness and fear,

we can again be happy...