PRISONER OF TIME 2 © 2008

In everything, there is a condition,

To exist, to feel, to dream,

To be, to cry, to run without direction,

To flee, to lie, and sometimes to disappoint, under the moonlight.

In the weavings of life, there is always a role,

A mask we wear unknowingly,

Between truth and bitterness,

We find ourselves in what the infinite has yet to bring.

Each gesture, a choice,

Each word, a destiny to shape,

And from all that the infinite begets,

Arises what we are, without denial.

There is a condition in everything we do,

In the ups and downs we face,

And in the chaos we sometimes fear,

Lies the essence of what, in us, we create.

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