Many times,
while walking in the dark,
in the roads after dusk,
I end up watching up,
trying to see over,
this clouded sky.
I don't want you with me.
I feel like I only want me,
to be more like you.
To be freerer .
To be a dreamer.
To stare at the dark,
but not in a losing sight,
but in a dreaming smile.
A light there and there,
autos going elsewhere,
dogs barking.
But I only hear me,
crying my soul out,
instead of beating me up,
to go over the clouds,
and reach back,
in the stars.
About the Creator
The Mager
Just a man in a mission.
Studying nuclear aerospace applications by day,
dreaming in the arts by night,
living in a contrast between me, my dreams and my destiny
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