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If
one
advances
confidently
in
the
direction
of
his
dreams,
and
endeavors
to
live
the
life
which
he
has
imagined,
he
will
meet
with
a
success
unexpected
in
common
hours.
In
proportion
as
he
simplifies
his
life,
the
laws
of
the
universe
will
appear
less
complex,
and
solitude
will
not
be
solitude,
nor
poverty
poverty,
nor
weakness
weakness. - Henry D. Thoreau
Nowhere at home. Always on the run.
I set fire to every house in every town.
All the places that offered me warmth burnt down.
No safety for me. A shelter I have none.
I am always running. Never looking back.
I just smell fire no matter how hard i try to breathe fresh air.
Maybe I will find the strength one day, to leave my past behind.
To break free. To run towards the sun.
But maybe I won't have to walk so many miles.
Maybe I just need to stop running away and open my eyes.
One day I will be welcomed home - by nothing but ruins.
Just withered shades, burnt down long ago.
No smoke will be polluting the air.
But frail green seeds will come up among the ashes everywhere.