El Taxi de Los Sueños

One morning I might wake up
not recognize myself in the mirror
I might feel out of place
like a mourner at a celebration.

Maybe I'll forget the warmth
of my last name, of your fame
and the world will lose all meaning
in the blankets of my bed...
and I'll dare to strip down
scream my struggles and my fears
stop pretending to be someone I'm not
even if it hurts to let you down.

One morning I might go silent
stuff my voice under the pillow
hear the footsteps of dawn
coming in without saying a word.

Maybe I'll set one more thing on fire
with the energy of my soul
and forget the story of surviving
to live with my guts
and take the taxi of dreams
that won't stop along the way
traveling toward "I don't know" with all my heart
hoist the anchor and take the risk.