Ganaëlle Roy

The mountains my dear,

Well they seem so high when near.

Especially when looking at them,

From the opposite and wrong end.

 

The clouds, constantly vanishing,

Remind me of all these intuitions.

They come and go, never wondering,

Whether they made the right decisions.

 

I wish life would be as simple as this,

But it seems the view is always clearer,

When looking through the mirror,

Although it might just be an interstice,

 

Leading the way to brighter days,

Forging the paths to wiser ways,

A stepping stone to grow stronger,

Oh, how I wish to live longer.