One day I stopped in time
I stopped to see my eyes seeing
I stopped because I needed to run away
I've been rushing my thoughts
I've been far away from myself
Because life is urgent and leaves no room to be
Existence is nothing when actions take place and leave oneself behind
The skies are nothing when stars are light years away
My eyes are blind because I can't ignore the beauty of a thought
Oh, how much I long to meet myself again!
Oh, the beauty of not being perfect
The shapes of the mistakes are harder to understand
That's why we keep making mistakes, to understand their shapes
Because we are eternally condemned to live in the ignorance
We won't know how perfect it is not being perfect
The soothing grace of being a small dot in a paiting
The ramblings of someone trying to achieve inner comprehension
Are hard to figure out
But there is nothing more simple than building them
We were made to dream and to make ramblings
We were made to be nothing at all...
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