I feel like a tree…
But my branches did not grow, I pasted them with glue.
I feel obliged to feed these branches,
With the water that I soaked from the ground…
And, I realize, sometimes without me knowing,
they feed on me.
I need to cut these branches, these distractions down,
But I am only growing upwards,
Without reflecting on what’s adding up.
They weigh me down,
And hinder my growth,
As a tree…
As a human being.
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The point when you realize you know nothing
is the actual start of your learning.
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He immerses in the moment.
No past, no future, no people retained.
Carpe diem, he says.
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Days are so full of what I have to be.
Nights are when I become myself.
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Some letters left unposted,
Some feelings never shared…
Some fragrances becoming headaches,
Some answers unprepared…
Some faces fading away,
New interactions made…
Living lies everyday,
Wishing that someone cared…
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A born rebel,
He was never a fit,
Unfit for the cliched expectations of the world.
He could never run a rat race,
Without even knowing what is at stake.
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