PRISONER OF TIME 1 © 2007

I hope that paradise,

Or something that seems precise,

Is a reality, a sincere truth,

Where the soul can, at last, find peace

And rest from all the anxiety it carries.

For what I experience in judgement,

This world of shadows and deceits,

Is an authentic fraud, a theatre without shine,

Where masks overshadow the face,

And truth hides in insane labyrinths.

I yearn for a place where purity reigns,

Where promises are not empty words,

Where love is not a contract,

But an essence that flows without measure.

May paradise be the opposite of this farce,

A place where the soul can bare itself,

Without fears, without guilt, without burdens,

And can, finally, be who it is,

Free from the fraud the world imposes.

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