Listening to the Owl

In productivity and frenzy, creatures hide and disappear. Contemplation, kindness, innocence, and time become the keys to revealing their spirits. That is why I try to remind myself; so I do not forget my soul, so I can observe the world as a gigantic masterpiece of hundreds of imaginary creatures. Thus, give me strength not to fall into the gray force of the gray men, guardians of my eyes and my heart inside their black briefcases. Give me strength to always play, to find their lost and ashamed faces among the concrete and rusted dust, to guide them back to the lakes, to the morning dew, and the wildflowers. To escape, and if not, at least to have fun on the world's mechanical Ferris wheel. Or give me wings, to leave for the green fields and drink from what truly matters, where banknotes take the shape of great oaks and breathtaking forests, where I can listen to the Tawny Owl every single one of my nights.

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