I learned somewhere
That Men cannot fly.
I learned somewhere
That Men were not bred for peace.
I learned somewhere
That I could not change.
I learned somewhere
That fate could not be challenged.
I learned somewhere.
That to believe without doubting was wrong,
That to just know things because someone told me so
Was not knowledge.
So I ran away.
I ran to where truth was not taken for granted.
I ran to where knowledge is not given.
I ran to learn who I am.
I was taught in the art of writing.
I was taught in the art of dancing.
I was taught in the art of knowledge.
I was taught in the art of thinking.
Through time,
I learned how to be at peace,
I learned how to be me.
Somewhere, I learned that life is not granted.
Somewhere, I learned I can fly
So I flew away
Somewhere...
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Prosas & Poemas
RandomHá dias em que aparece uma musa vinda de algum canto escondido da minha mente... Aqui ficam as recordações com que ela me prenda. Some days a muse comes to me, coming from a hidden corner of my mind... Here are the memories she gifts me.