Here I am even in the coldness. Snowflakes caress my naked hands. On the floor, still forgotten footsteps. The sun is waiting just behind. The first ray of light gave me the right to see from my eyes and know there was never any doubt theyre mine. Unopened doors are waiting for me. The LOTUS lies all around withered away. Lost reality unfolds to my mind. Blank memories show me Ive been here before. Shameless fingers are pointing the goal and I am the one who choses what I want. Another life Is it only in my mind? I cant remember who I am. Who really cares? It should be this way. My life is like a book to write. The first ray of light gave me the right to see from my eyes and know theyre mine Who am I? Who cares? Everything but me always reminds the same. Where am I? Who cares? I dont need to know, my life starts right here.
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