Walked with eyes close,
Wanted to find my own essence.
Endless questions arose,
Errors of adolescence?
My own identity alluded me
As if I was the plague,
Wanted to see, to understand, to be,
My own description became vague.
Darkness became the proper element of my spirit
And light more agreeable to my mortal part.
For my doubts, there were no limits,
Questioning became and art.
The crystals of my imagination tried to guide me,
The echoes of those lights remain
And I still walk blindly, but in a strange sense I see,
Euphoria closely resembled to cocaine?
A different domain.
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