is there a sense in what I am doing? could there be any reason for my suffering? sometimes I feel my acts are replicated a nonsense, my life is intoxicated Im just considered a mean of production serving a factory should be my satisfaction they give me a freedom made of blind compulsion trapped in a cage I only feel selfrepulsion feeling dislocated all my senses disconnected memories confused and lost I live between future and past if I could take the time to think about my thoughts and to embrace my whole life accepting my mistakes I should be able to understand that Im just dislocated and that the search shall start before it gets too late lost in a world of ignorance and pretension I wonder where to find again my lost attention Im hearing nothing but the noise thats penetrating I see the consequence, the damage its creating recalling memory to fill my whole extension Ill recollect my past to reach the comprehension I see my will give up to distortion shall learn to disobey and start again from my emotions Im the guardian, Im the prisoner Im the liar, the deceived one Im the tyrant, Im the slave I have to fight against my will if I could take the time to think about my thoughts and to embrace my whole life accepting my mistakes I would be free to feel compassion towards my poor ambition and to understand the pain that lies beneath this sad deception if I could take the time to think about my thoughts and to embrace my whole life accepting my mistakes Id look inside myself with a renewed sight and see defeat and freedom and above all, the light
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