coexistence.

we have tuned in together
skipping across a foreign land
trying to lyricize the melody
that keeps us from growing apart

trying to musicalize the poetical rhymes
the ones we have ocasionally written with contempt
but most of the times with ungrateful joy

it has changed a lot with time
it's hard to skip along a land we know so well
we know the plants and how they smell
we know the weeds and let them grow
because we have accustomed to their ironic beauty

now we want to cut the weed
without thinking it would grow once more
and substitute the lily flowers
while we leave their roots intact

maybe we'll move to a different land
so we can skip along it
trying to know the strange creatures that populate it
we can lyricize the melodies of their sounds
the chirping of birds or the rattling of snakes

we can poetically construct a whole new place
and we can cohabit in it
maybe this time we won't let the weed grow
maybe this time we won't get accustomed to the ironic beauty
of sarcasm, of lies, of superfluities

I doubt it
I know we all do
we love the irony
it works great for poems