Too many times continues,
the contradctions,
that I made upon my self.
I say a value,
I really am that value,
but the truth,
in the harsh outside,
over my skin, over my soul,
I'm nothing more,
out-directioned,
even sole.
Time has blacked my hearth,
sad, again,
one time more.
One day this will go,
my hearth will melt,
and love to flow free.
Maybe tomorrow,
maybe never again,
the fate is still opaque,
and so are my eyes.
I ’ll trive again,
in this endless battle,
once again,
to be more free,
than just a mannequin,
in my unwillingness
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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