I’m tired of being blind
Thinking that you are one of a kind
I always had the mission to find someone
But I’m never sure when to be done
Sometimes letting it go is the best way
Because my sanity is too precious
To be thrown as a price to pay
My paranoia keeps me suspicious
There are more important things in life
At least for now
It’s not good to think about the knife
In the beginning of the round
As I said, she is not a one of a kind
That is just a trick made by your mind
The hope that the journey has come to an end
You have seen nothing, my friend
The solution is right in front of you
A whole universe is staring
Waiting to see what you can do
Be daring
The bold are the remembered ones
Deal with life the way a hero does
I love it!
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Para ser cantado por uma senhora de rosto severo e voz única. Claro, não esquecer dos caras do piano, do baixo (acústico) e da bateria com os indefectíveis óculos escuros.
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Senti o calor da lareira. Obrigado pelos comentários!
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Quero fazer semelhante proeza, um dia. Abraços.
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Republicou isso em Poesia, mais do que cor.
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You will be done when that someone tells you so…..
Beautiful poem
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Hopefully I can tell myself that I am done. Actually, I think I already am.
Of course our social circle is important and their feedback should be appreciated with care, but we must weaponize ourselves to be sensible to “when should I stop?”.
That question may haunt us to the end of times.
Isn’t it beautiful to be human?
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Great!!!
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