In the twilight early morning
people crawl towards my door
the key is lost and the door is closed,
they want to knock it down but I hold it with my hands
My body trembles, they want to enter,
who are you to tell me how to survive?
who wants to control the voices inside me?,
my instinct yells at me to jump out the window
They are not one, they are two, they are ten, they are a thousand
an eternity of screaming in my ears without ceasing
a legion of voices outside my zone,
I want to scream but their voices are louder than my will
I'm trapped, my strength and my dreams tied with handcuffs,
dreaming is not allowed,
in this four-walled ordeal, there is only rationality,
and if I get lost in my senses,
the door will yield.
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