If I had wings I would fly
Into the heart of the night,
To be among the lonely stars
Beyond all these internal wars.
Long since have I wandered
In a world of endless becomings,
A vagabond seeking for asylum
An agony of unrivalled solemn.
If I could fly with the angels
I would never come back,
To this senseless internment
For I shall see the colour of freedom.
Long since have I wandered
With a mind so untamed,
An ancient journey of discoveries
An ideal world made of trivialities.
What is a wave but part of the ocean?
What is a tree but part of the forest?
What is death but part of living?
What am I but just another star…
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