So deep I’ve strayed
In a path only I have made
So distant, so far
Yet when is far.. not far enough?
You knew the going was tough,
You fit your bag full of stuff

Little bits and pieces, of everyone you knew
Of all the ones you met, good, bad or better yet
Friends.
You wouldn’t leave any of them behind,
You promised.
You never would, you promised.

Yet here you are on the edge,
Alone, atop the rim.
Many have gone over the ledge.
You promised you would’ve helped him.

What was it?
Was it your prejudice,
Your preconceived notion,
All that stuff you set in motion,
Why did you take shortcuts?
Did you think every other path,
Was it filled with sourness?
Please, don’t make me laugh.
Of life, you missed her sweetness.

What does the world hold for you?
What hold does the world have for you?
What world holds you?
What holds you in this world?
Why do you read this, yet not answer me?
Why do you not answer?
Are you unable to live,
Are you unable to die,
Are you even alive?
Why do you always lie?
Lie, lie, lie.
You lie. I’m sure. Lie.
That’s so you, I’m so in love.
Why?

There’s only an echo,
Resounding through
All the shortcuts you took,
The hopes you mistook,
The ones you disregarded yet undertook.

Look back.
There’s everyone you left,
Due to wear, tear and fear.
Fear of shedding a tear.

The path they took, however
Didn’t condemn them forever.
They let go, they grow,
You let them reap what you sow.

Time.
Time never was.
An issue, or a concern.
Isn’t that right, my lady
Life, you look awfully worn.
Let me fix your dress,
Hold your hand,
Heal your stress.
Of course, I hope there’s not an end.

Everytime you look back, huh?
You see her, don’t you.
Good for you.
Let me brew this thought:
Perhaps life is the reason you’re through?

You’ve learned, along this frigid walk
To talk, to live, to love,
But did you learn to walk away?
To say goodbye, properly?

This isn’t your fault,
It isn’t anyone’s.
It’s life’s, of course.
She kept you company to the end.
But now, you’re alone.
Crumbling, falling apart.

So come with me,
Take one last leap.
Jump the rim.
This path you took, it’s old.
More than anything, it’s cold.
It may have looked new,
But it was just dusty,
Of course, you never knew.
Thought this was all you, good ol’ trusty.
So come,
Come with courage,
To where Life won’t reach,
Maybe then you’ll live
And breathe the same air
As those who built your lair.
Perhaps, we’ll have to see
Come with me.

He kept asking me why I lied
I didn’t answer, of course.
He was like a blight.
But of course, there are no lies.
Only the truth. We must keep guard, we must move on.
Only the truth. We must keep guard, we must move on
We must move on.

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Escrito por Felipe Fortunato, acadêmico de Psicologia, 2° semestre,
email: 196049@upf.br;