Can you hear it?

The roar of the sea waves

crashing against the rocks,

the frequency intensifies

and the noise grows,

getting closer and closer…

Until I find myself surrounded

by water

on a tiny boat

I do not know how to command.

The waves toss me

to the right

to the left

I try to pull the ropes,

but it is useless,

I cannot steer it.

The immensity of the Ocean on the horizon,

let’s hope the Wind is in my favor.

Today I write a few lines

just to fill the page

and you will say

what kind of poetry is this?

But for those who live life

just to get by,

what kind of life,

instead, is that?

It is as if I were playing a part,

changing masks for every occasion,

who am I in Reality?

I will solve nothing standing aside,

and what if it were all one big illusion?

Which one is Reality?

The time has come to show my hand,

let’s see who will face the disappointment,

will Reality hurt?