Spring has undeniably arrived,
I can sense it without opening my eyes.
The air smells like newborn sun;
birds sing songs of freedom and fertility.
Wrapped in fuzzy joy, I’m lying in my cozy bed;
just being feels bright and innocent.
At some point, of course, I must open my eyes –
and all the horrible news from yesterday,
and the day before yesterday,
and the day before that,
drop in again.
Bit by bit, reality comes back: oh, shit, the world is collapsing…
Fascism is on the rise, social envy fuels division, seeds of separation bloom. Exploitation accelerates the decay of humanity, mass murders in failed states remain unnoticed, approved genocide happens in front of our eyes –
bloodthirsty Broligarchy is fucking the planet.
With no innocence and brightness left, I crawl out of bed, and I wonder –
where does this elusive energy come from,
this stubborn strength in my heart,
the love for this crazy life itself,
that makes me still get up,
day after day after day
and hope again?