Yesterday

Days stand in front of us, posibilities to be what we are
Days that have past are pass
And we are nothing like what we can be
And still theres nobody that see s me
I understand that loving and being loved its to assume a lost of liberty
I understand that no one wants to love something which does not give fidelity
But I know what I feel, and I would afront some probabilities
But I knowthe obvious bit,  non-being is a risk.

Non-existance doesnt exist, we exist and I dont want to look again at exits. Exits are, I will take them if its the only wayb You wil continue existing inside of me. There will  always be a way to scape, from every place, less from the mind. Prisioners of our own desires.