Maybe I have
found my way
Or I’m lost, for certain
The answers aren’t on a book,
anymore
Or have never been
I scream uncertainties
To someday the truth, echoes and come to find me.
I scream the conflict of freedom,
To someday I let this fuck’in concept of ‘’freedom’’ run away
And can walk with my own legs
Without depends from nothing, much less my ‘’freedom’’
And with my own legs,
break on through the bridge
which can eliminate my borders.