From my stoa,
I hear the sirens at night
I see the birds flying in circles towards the sky
I smell the cannabis of my neighbor’s bong
I feel the warmth of the morning
I taste the sweet notes of coffee in my tongue
From my stoa,
I watch time pass by me
I remember those who are gone
I dream of the experiences that will come
I wait… for the present to become clear
For the future to become a memory
From my stoa,
My fears wrangle me
Courage engulfs me
Exhaustion makes me sleep
Passion awakes me
Life welcomes me