Lost, inside myself are the shapes of the past
Those that translate into memories, erased from the bottom of my soul.
Found, inside myself are the new rules of my heart
Those that are now shielded, smarter and ready to talk
Dead, inside myself is my wishful set of hopes
Those that once near killed me, that filled my innocence with holes
Alive, inside myself are my real expectations
Those that are made of adult desires, like morgages or affection.
past, inside myself is the time I spent
That that made me vulnerable, in which love tried to pretend.
Now, inside myself are my hungry ideas
Those that were asleep, waiting for winter to end.
Inside myself is me
the one who once dreamed, once feared, once cried, once hoped...
The who now acts, now demands, now escapes, now fights...
the one who will...
SDIH (2008)
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