Thoughts of a Free Soul
Waking up and I see the daylight.
A shining light through the window.
Winter's sad light, but still shines.
I open my eyes and think,
My thoughts are deep in my heart.
My heart beats fast, my breathing is faster.
I ask myself questions,
but I don't find any answers.
The answers can be many,
but none of them are right.
After all, what did I do or what do I do?.
I did what I did and I do what I do.
Sometimes I made a mistake.
Mistakes are made and can be corrected.
I think I'm good, but beeing good, isn't enough.
I think, what is life?
Life is everywhere to go, and nowhere to stay.
I think about friends.
Friends are here and there, but nowhere to find them.
I think about who I am.
But I just find somebody that needs to be found..
And the most of times I think, who are you without a skin colour, without a religion, without any means?
The same than any other with the same questions, the same thoughts, the same troubles.
A lost person that wants to be found.
A jailed soul that wants to be released.
A confused mind that wants to be understood.
A wonderful heart that wants to know happiness.
Somebody that empathize and needs to be empathized.
Deep hard I think, deep hard in my mind.
Free are the ways to think, as free is the way to feel the beautiful things beyond yourself.
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