KIDS IN THE MUD

I wear the necklace of blue stones
Bought at some market
On Sunday Morning
Surrounded by the scent of Glory
And coffee
Always coffee
Black and blacker
Like a freckle on your tongue
I read tale about humen becoming aware of themselves
It's like song to worship the existence
And whole this World
Embraced by evolving shades of Green
Scattered around
We're free
To decide
To slide through lies
Lines
And start believing
Slide into full living
With eyes open wide
And somebody's image
On the iris
Reflected as if light
Took us by surprise
Wounded
And happy
Like kids in the mud
Or rain
We shall remember
We shall refuse to drain...