No heavy pressure

No heavy pressure on my shoulders,
no heavy thoughts on my mind,
no heavy rain on my face,
no heavy days ahead,
Joyful gift of freedom.
First time in centuries,
away the blue sky,
the mindful tears,
the responsibility of demand.
Lost in holes of memories,
across the distance 
between you and me,
no place to find myself
in a endless sphere of satisfaction
but today,
today,
I relish today
in my mouthy hands,
I recover the footprints today
of memories behind
the future door.