Tell me como lake

Ciao como lake, how smooth the water like the silk of a Prada coat, the ripples of the boat wake como lake.

I gazed towards the mountain through my innocent inexperienced self,the cold nipped my nose as the view nipped my soul.

In complete awe with como lake, it got my mind wandering: am I awake at como lake?

Am I living, am I dying, tell me como lake.
Am I flying, and I standing, tell me como lake.
Am I loving, am I hating, tell me como lake.

In the centre of my thoughts I gather my surroundings as my impatience grew: tell me como lake.

I released a sigh in an apiphany, the answer became clear. 

I am flying not standing,
I am living not dying,
I am loving not hating.

Certaincy is here, no guilt, no fear. 

The ripples of como lake, answered to me. I’m alive, I’m awake.

Ciao como lake.