Wandering through dreams and silences, I choose to survive or submit
Wandering through dreams and silences, I choose to survive or submit,
the blow is different now, no longer what it once was, a faint echo.
Submission was just a bow, and life promised a new fight,
survival was mere awakening, without titles and hollow possessions.
The world, with its sweet pursuit, has left holes in our souls and chipped smiles,
I wander through thoughts and ponder the meaning of the word "submission,"
lowering my being, I wonder which path to take,
do not offer me shelter under a wing, I need no kings or thrones.
Be lost with me, let change come from conviction and fury,
peace carries a cost I cannot afford, it's too expensive a luxury.
I wander, and I’d rather drift aimlessly than be anchored
in the world's trash, I prefer to float through dreams and unknown winds.
I wander, an ever-seeking soul, between hidden questions and answers,
searching for a world where freedom has no chains and the heart can fly free.
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Dan Enache
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