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A wave wrapping my thoughts turns them into dust as they were clay while a sigh fills up my soul to reach the bursting point looking for a meaning I find out that my life keeps coming back to me flowing among others without escape a thousand times stronger turning me into dust as if were clay the broken crocks after every storm turn to food for my new soul using my heart as a filter to dodge round the diseases brought by the tide and every time a new birth is achieved for a moment I realize how nourishing a single breath can be during this last happy event an echo in the darkness breaks my silence still coated with dust it's the image of an old adventure which howling in the wind comes back in search of answers tired of wandering in the shadow of an old fragile existence i'd like to know how to tell things to be told i'd like to know how to do things to be done i'd like to know how to love the healthy love i'd like to know how to hate the healthy hate i'd like to know how to live my life i'd like to know how to live until death comes a breeze quickly moves all the dust setting free hidden corners unknown to me where lights are colorful and things seem real these are sites I never got to see me and my heart aiming to reconstruction sometimes we saw signals of lateral ways sometimes, on his advice from far i stopped to glance and one of those times I heard a voice |