Myself

Once upon a time I was ready to life

They gave me breath and a purpose

And all the enough for me to thrive

At the time I thought it stupendous

First five years came out very well

Spreading gifts and living in a nest

Then I was noticed I couldn’t dwell

Unless I gave world all of my best

I tried to behave like all the others

But something in me was so unlike

That I feared I belonged to losers

From then on there was no delight

It was up to me to be myself

Could not I be anybody else?

It was up to me to be myself

Could not I be anybody else?

A long time and still not adapted

A little too late to be born again

Unable to untangle this matted

Vices and habits will lead to pain

Did I choose to live this or was it just an accident?

Am I supposed to change or should I be resistent?

It was up to me to be myself

Could not I be anybody else?

A little too late to be born again

Frederico Milkau
Enviado por Frederico Milkau em 20/09/2017
Código do texto: T6119314
Classificação de conteúdo: seguro