17-05-2019 - Rio de Janeiro - Moving Ahead


When you feel your life running away
You keep walking
And you reach to land you told do not want touch again
To wonder a familiar landscape

To some close memory

And that place where you use to live
That fades and wash away
You shovel that deception and blurred conversations

You travel along the road
In the search of the missing destiny
You reach to a stripped bedroom
Where the atmosphere and the odor resembles

On the concrete jungle arrival
You are tortured by thoughts
Don't you want to be free?
Don't you want to set yourself to be free?

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