PRISONER OF TIME 1 © 2007
Pure of me in these moments
Grandiose in the name of the end,
The beginning came from childhood
And loose, it reached maturity, yes.
In the solemn hour of yearning,
It shed its garments, its pretenses.
And in the decline of the journey,
The truth reveals itself naked,
In each scar, a story,
In essence, the bare soul.