What if my life makes non sense,
what if this is just a time,
in a long descent,
waiting the body to turn old,
so I can free my self out,
maybe again,
maybe never again.
What is going on,
in my mind,
in my field at this time,
for how long I will fight me.
Oh, how much time is passed,
since I was so a believer,
even a dreamer.
I already feel the age coming,
and the death within,
running over the clif,
closing my eyes over it.
But it won't pass,
and as time goes,
regret comes to awaited death,
without a single idea,
that anything will be better,
if there was only today,
to make someone else happy.
About the Creator
The Mager
Just a man in a mission.
Studying nuclear aerospace applications by day,
dreaming in the arts by night,
living in a contrast between me, my dreams and my destiny
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