I am not a number
Nor part of a figure
Even though we pay the same
The same fare
We all walk
With the same shirt
Without haste
To watch where we step
Time is not worth it
But memories are
Seconds are not counted
Stories are counted
Patience is what is harvested
My calendar has no date
I am not alone
I walk with my five senses
Here silence turns into sound
All the bad things I dreamed, I touched
But it's so dark
That fear cannot be seen
I sense what I feel
That's why I foresee
That within the circuit
I have little time left
On the next train
I will get on
Prepare me dinner, for I will return soon

I look outside and I look inside
Reclusion is my meeting point
They place me within the marginal
But at some point, we all misbehave
And who determines what is good and bad
The unhealthy and the healthy
From raw to cooked, there is a long difference
And cooking medium-rare is no science
In this life, you punished me
You stole my time, you screwed me over
My guilt is like an empty fishbowl
Like judging the sun for rising during the day
If my sorrows bring you joy
It's because your rules are different from mine
I believe in everything I see
And even though I am an atheist, I pray that nothing bad ever happens to me
To dream of my departure and your arrival
I don't need a mattress with a pillow
I am free because from here I fly
I just need to detach from the ground

Prepare me dinner for I will return soon

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