Out in a breath

I will flew,

I already see me,

over the montains.

Away from my fields,

material lines that still exist,

no false friendship,

if this means sometimes to be alone.

I'm breaking free,

from what happened around me,

from the belief,

that life,

is terrain,

and all around this.

I can understand all of it,

I know it's beautiful,

but as simple as it is,

is not the answer,

to any, of my dreams.

I don't care the time I'll take,

I don't care the stress,

I care only to create something,

that will leave this earth better,

going out in a breath.