These days will, one day, pass from the present
Into the past. These emotions will cease to agitate
My heart; my restless mind shall like a calm lake
Watch, ponder but remain serene.
Turbulent thoughts that do not question
Anymore; the body has too much pain.
The soul has tried to break free:
The spirit, yes, the spirit also yearns for liberty.
Now the days pass, one by one.
Language and words cannot define why
In the road, when all is seemingly defined
The mind, agitated, falters.
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