PRISONER OF TIME 1 © 2007

I was once like them,

And did not like seeing myself,

I was a body without skin,

Fleshless, suffering.

I lived in the shadow of an illusion,

I walked aimlessly, without direction,

Just an empty reflection,

Lost in a gloomy world.

The eyes saw, but did not perceive,

The heart beat, but did not feel,

I was a soulless being,

That merely existed, without joy.

But upon seeing myself thus, stripped of essence,

I decided to change, seek the difference,

I regained the skin, the sensitivity,

And left behind that being,

That did not know true freedom.

Now I am another, more whole,

With the soul covered in truth,

And although I still bear scars,

I prefer these marks to former vanity.

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