To the inner

First steps of a path,

First song of a bird.

The sun breezes around your world,

Immaturity of the morning.

I’ll praise the goodness of the creator

Because time has no meaning.

My heart is weak, my dreams are foul

But there is no reason to loose.

I know I never listen fully

To your advice or to your truth.

I may not change, I may not live.

First steps into… what then?