Thoughts of a Free Soul

Waking up and I see the daylight. A shining light through the window. Winter's sad light, but still shines. I open my eyes and think, My thoughts are deep in my heart. My heart beats fast, my breathing is faster. I ask myself questions, but I don't find any answers. The answers can be many, but none of them are right. After all, what did I do or what do I do?. I did what I did and I do what I do. Sometimes I made a mistake. Mistakes are made and can be corrected. I think I'm good, but beeing good, isn't enough. I think, what is life? Life is everywhere to go, and nowhere to stay. I think about friends. Friends are here and there, but nowhere to find them. I think about who I am. But I just find somebody that needs to be found.. And the most of times I think, who are you without a skin colour, without a religion, without any means? The same than any other with the same questions, the same thoughts, the same troubles. A lost person that wants to be found. A jailed soul that wants to be released. A confused mind that wants to be understood. A wonderful heart that wants to know happiness. Somebody that empathize and needs to be empathized. Deep hard I think, deep hard in my mind. Free are the ways to think, as free is the way to feel the beautiful things beyond yourself.