As a metaphor for the unstable world
The only constant is
Change
We need indeed anchors
Structures
Fixed points
In order
Not to be taken
By the waves
I feel your grip
In my flesh
Roots of my soul
All the time
I have never belonged to anyone
An untamed horse
Whose precious treasure was freedom
Ruthlessly galloping toward his visions
You caught me with your heart
Beauty
Saddled me with passion
An inflexible will
I don't want to escape
As you are my own reflection
Your grip is taking me
Closer and closer
To my center