louder than words

Emerging from the comfortable slumber, 
We face a difficult and unexpected choice: 
To hear the hive’s never-ending grumble
Or step away and hear your quiet voice.

We left anxiety in life that’s long forgotten
And to remember is unbearable at least.
To “be alive” has been you constant motto,
The sight of smile is surely one to miss.

So we decide to come a little forward,
And hope that you will bring us back to life.
It’s possible to cross the final border
Just once again, and leave the native hive.

I trust you more than I could trust the nest.
I finally allow myself to rest.

Рэй Фейра