When I look at myself, I think - I think I have made a choice.
That choice between where am I, what do I want, what will I do to get there, what am I going to do now.
There is so much reason to help me believe in what I have not managed. I have done so much to live in the moment.
I have come this far, I will be proud of who am I.
In the shallow depth of which I speak, from there emerges, am I. That I have censored myself long enough to wait, waiting on where I belong. That nature no one else dare speak of, but in this nest of words, I unmask.
I live in a depression of rights, where my struggle is born to, to this waking eye. So that my soul is priced of a divine will, and nature sought.
We live in a world of unconscious societal values, constrained in conceit.
- Marco
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