Where my feet and head really are

They say I don’t know
where my feet and head are,
that I'm always daydreaming.
But if only they knew
that my dream is the real world.
The sky is always bright,
Filled with clear, open clouds.
Flowers have no color,
only an origin
that makes them slightly different.
The rain is sweet.

In reality,
The dark sea doesn’t exist.
Only calm tides.
In reality,
we are all heroes from past lives.
All of you

Wear a smile without a cape.
At night,
the moon watches over us.
In the day,
the sun protects us.
And we are aliens.

But in the end,
the sane one in society of madmen is the madman.
And that smell disgusts me.
The smell is green, dark.
The fog in our eyes disgusts me too.
Open your eyes
and stop daydreaming,
so that we may see
our beginning.

— Daniela Chourio Soto