We begin the voyage with the eyes wide open
But we see nothing
We have new shoes to run away
But we dont even walk
Sometimes the tool is not enough
The silence is turbulent in this journey
That trip has an sour end
It was tasty in the beggining
We face this whole thing . Think! Something is wrong
Something is fake, something is distant enough to be almost untouchable
We cross this road with old legs, but new sensations
We try to recover the young spirit, but too late
Just memories my friend!
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