To Bloom In Liberty.

I guess I never lost my mind for real
I just never had it
My heart commands it all
From the rational to the rebel
For once in this life of ancient soul,
I crave to be reborn
I need within this control some has
Of my own living days
Of my own actions in liberty
I miss it
Or I never had it too
I miss you
Or do I really have... you?
I am since born lost in my private hell
Sometimes doom, sometimes paradise
Ups and downs I can not stand
Not anymore
This is leaving me
Away
And leaving me insane
Am I more than I shadow in the night?
Oh if I took control
It would be addictive, would not it?
The wounds would be less, at least
Of I just guess
How can I know if the taste of freedom
I just felt in the freed wind?
Let it bloom - I say
How - I crave
Take me away from here to breathe,
To know the love of myself - I need.
There are no arms to stay, no babe now
Waiting for something which may never come
All though I believe it with my all self
Still, what is left of me?
Not even I know
But it is normal, not to know
So what do I really know?
The mirror in front of me is real
But my head rearrange it for its own insanity.
Who am I to say what I am from inside out?
This tire of mistaking only leaves me more close to freedom eterna. To transformation. To stairs to another century.
I may not understand myself, but you do. Now, I do.

Which universe I am? So full still so empty only by the fool I have been.
Will I learn once for all? And be heard when I try to teach what is to bloom in liberty?
Yet, so many questions, and less than normal answers.

Maybe I am just afraid and lost. Not loved for who I am.
May I come to you, and you only in my dreams. Surprises belongs to my head.
The expectation is higher than what I touched somewhere in time.
All though is addictive.