Don’t ask me

Don’t ask me to say “yes” to everything.
You’ll get tired.
I don’t “give my reigns to the wind”
without reservation anymore.
Don’t hold me down,
if you see I might risk my security.
Down the road, I’ll be able to have it,
and it’s gonna come.
This apparent innocence,
without pretensions, yes, that’s my truth.
Make a golden dust of dawn with my bones.
Don’t let death surprise me unintentionally.
What you strive for sometimes
makes you transcend yourself;
what you’ve obtained finds you
sitting down, slipping backwards.
Worshipping truth completely
is worth a thousand years more than giving up.