PRISONER OF TIME 1 © 2007

I am a discontinuous line,

Always overtaken by delay,

A line that breaks, without a destination,

Lost in time that remains unexplored.

I advance stumbling, without a certain direction,

And each step is a scattered echo,

I am what never arrives, what always waits,

In the restlessness of a soul that does not thrive.

I am a line that fades into the infinite,

Seeking an end, but never written,

Always overtaken by delay,

I am the silence that echoes at dawn.

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