PRISONER OF TIME 1 © 2007

Little interests me the reactions

To what I write,

The emotions of others

Will not alter its relief.

Each word I craft

Is a reflection of what I feel,

And whether the world receives them

With indifference or fervour,

It does not change the value I see in them.

And I will not speak in public,

For the voice that echoes in solitude

Is more sincere, more authentic,

Than any applause or acclaim.

Vanity in play is a game,

A theatre that does not attract me,

I prefer the silence of my lines,

Where the truth hides and reveals itself,

Without the need for approval,

Only for the pleasure of existing.

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