You cannot make the same mistake twice
the second time will be
by choice
no calm sea
made a sailor an expert
and my scars are
from various geographies
on the journey: companion
and in life: compassion
the echo is prior
to the voice we utter
the more we participate,
the more we rush.
the shine has gone out,
childhood is over,
the more prisoners we are.
the great songs
are the ones we need
to the syncopated rhythm of
the soles of your shoes
there is nothing urgent
ahead
and I want to be gallant
br/>and patient at the same time
the more we participate,
the more we rush.
the shine has gone out,
childhood is over,
the more prisoners we are.
the more we participate,
the more we rush.
the shine has gone out,
childhood is over,
the more We are prisoners.

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