The Man in the Book

Sebastián León Prado @Unsplash

Some day I want to be
The man in the book
Who knew what he wanted
And loved what he took
With no one to question
And no answer to give
With no thoughts on living
And only to live
Some day I want to be
The man in the book

Theta

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Image by Todd Trapani @ unsplash

I have danced
Many a dances
Without a song in my mind
And I saw many a chances
Yet pretended to be blind
There were reasons
For these decisions
But those reasons were not mine
I was a stone, sought for statues
But born on an incline
And so I fell down the narrow
Walls, without a ledge
Trapped between tombstones
Out of time, for an age
And now I await in the dungeons
With my heart on the ground
In search of an echo
That can be heard without a sound