At the height of the plain
I’m in life
In the last cry of the soul
By whom ?
I beg in the darkness of the attic
Of an existence of few charms
I am the illusion of beauty.
Steep is the mountain
I redirect my path
Despite the changes, I continue to follow
Winning, however, at the cost of the right strategy.
I am fully resolved
Overcoming all the aberrations
As I relearn to be who I am not
Being a human being, who knows.
However, misrepresenting the meaning of the choice I made
Lying while hiding
Leaving an incomprehensible ballast of resentment.
In the environment, there is a lot of fear
Indicating the evidence of a kidnapping
Who am I in front of everything?
Facing a non-existing existence.