I was what I was, I grew up as I grew up ..
maybe like a twisted tree?
I am what I saw, I am what I felt
and an itch was left as the child remains.
I looked for a root that would hold my feet ..
but I climbed in search of the highest fruit
without knowing which branch would lower me later
and I fell ... I fell, and I fell ... I fell.
I lived against living ... with shouting without saying
and in the end tattooed holes
treated with yesterday, stored in paper locks ..
a blow ?? .. silences overflowed.
I stole schemes of free men without laws,
I walked a foot from the ground ..
visitor of my own body .. body .. body
and I continued .. I followed, and followed ... I followed.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)