PRISONER OF TIME 1 © 2007

I do not want to be great, I fight against this pedestal,

I prefer the shadow, where I can hide,

I walk silently down the road,

My steps are light, almost leaving no trace,

The ground does not creak, the earth is soft,

And in this silence, I find my peace.

I always walk with the concern of balance,

I compel myself to seek what is right,

I decipher and demystify others' intentions,

Always detecting them, like beacons in the fog,

But sometimes, almost always,

I ignore them, letting them blossom in illusion,

So they feel invincible, secure,

I let them think of me as crawling,

While, in truth, I am the master of disguise.

I have become self-sufficient in the maneuvers of the mind,

An invisible strategist, who plays without being seen,

I prefer the humility of anonymity,

To the false shine of ostentatious grandeur,

For in simplicity, I find true strength,

And in silence, the freedom that guides me.

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