I was born inside that dark and tight dwelling.
Where I can feel and hear everything.
Darkness is my mentor and loneliness is my friend.
The progress is slow. Development is almost stagnant.
I always hear the rain cry.
And the bird singing above the sky.
But deep inside I know a desire is burning.
Hoping for that day when I will be flying.
And catch a glimpse of the first morning.
Until then I will be holding.
That dream of a journey across the world.
And reach the summit of the highest mountain.
I know my wings will bring me there.
Eventually these wings will grow tired.
And crashes me six feet underground.
So when everything is said and done.
I know nothing will be lelf but me and myself.
When flesh turns to ashes and disappear.
And only these memories will remain.
Until then, there will be no pitiful goodbyes.
I'll simply close these eyes.
Wear that familiar comical smile.
And leave my heart wide open.
As I slowly crawl back to the point.
Where the beginning meets the end.
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