Renaissance

It's saturday night, last night of Berlin. Last night with Iva, for now. So what am I gonna do? Enjoy it! We gon' clubbing and have us a good time. It's the only way. It's a funny feeling cause it doesn't feel like the last night at all. It feels like it's gonna last forever, like a cool tune in the club bouncing off the walls forming a perpetual sound. Vibes are strong, roots are deep and are only getting deeper. Good circumstances for any tree to grow tall.

Love me being cryptic? You're welcome. It's my duty as a poetry writer to translate my experiences in words. How do you do that? How to explain the seemingly unexplainable, and even if I explain will you get it? If you know what I'm talking about, it won't be so hard to see through the metaphors, but what if you don't. I wouldn't be able to get the taste of Chunky Chat Masala even if you wrote a book about it without having tasted it. When people ask me what it tastes like, I reply it tastes like eggs in the morning. Nobody gets this, and it don't surprise me.

So how are we going to open the eyes of people when there's nothing to show but text and speeches. Who's gonna listen to that, who's gonna feel inspired by that? Martin Luther had a dream and people felt it, that's why people listened. It's not because of the words that he used, no way. No dear, they listened because he was the manifestation of the belief in that dream. The flesh that people could grasp, could look at, made it easier for them to believe.

What does that mean? That we are not the doers. Martin wasn't the doer, he was just the link that people needed to bind themselves to something bigger than life. This is what makes a great leader; someone who stands for something, and who can inspire others to take a stand themselves. This is the mission, this is being an icon, this is what my life will be all about. Sharing the message, sharing myself.

Socratez is reborn.