PRISONER OF TIME 2 © 2008
Life in rotating contradiction,
A cycle that never ceases to spin,
Where truth gets lost in history,
And lies find their place.
Like a mill that never stops,
Turning with the wind,
Reality encounters
The false, dressed in comfort.
Lies rise in glory,
On a throne of illusory gold,
While life, in its plot,
Seeks a temporary path.
But in this incessant rotation,
There are moments of revelation,
Where truth, even distant,
Regains its place with precision.