My heart binds me.
Within it is lit up the flame
That makes me long for life
And live with an identity,
Perform works and share credits.
Without that link
I would not know who I am,
What must I do and why?
Be it as it is, my heart is not me;
My heart can rebel,
It can be sad or happy,
Angry or annoyed.
I can only stand and watch
Its antics
From atop a bare rock
That cannot be covered.
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