PRISONER OF TIME 1 © 2007

I tire of myself,

In this constant search for solutions,

A labyrinth of thoughts,

That never finds exits, only detours.

This condition that binds me,

Is sustained only by the maintenance of ideas,

That spin, repeat, without ceasing,

Like gears that never stop turning.

Each new search is a hope,

But also a weight that crushes me,

For deep down, I know that the answers,

Are merely shadows of what I truly desire.

I tire of myself, of the endless cycle,

But it is this incessant search,

That keeps me alive,

Even though sometimes, exhaustion overcomes me.

And so, I move forward,

Nourished by the ideas I keep,

Even knowing that perhaps,

I may never find the peace I seek.

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