Too late
This is my sentence
In the past, I would have laughed all the same
Tomorrow is already calling me
I see new parameters
I cry, I even bore
But no one gains by staying behind
So, through the window
I go outside
Into my free hell
I prefer to be odd and soar alone in the ether
I prefer to be odd and brave the Universe alone
I prefer to be odd and soar alone…alone
Enough I know the trap
From then on no more odious stratagems
Our bodies will go parallel
And perhaps we will never cross paths again
Finally my pain flies away
It becomes light…light…light

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