Too often without power
do we really see the light,
and sometimes this light
never shines.
For us, live is a maze
or corners, each one with
a specific circle of experience
for us to live.
We must go through the
maze in order to obtain our
lives, but those lives are
never to our own satisfaction.
To live is to love the
living, but my life is not
the love, it just exists,
and the time has come...
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