Just when I thought I could never
see the tiny bits of my heart back
again, reunited in one sole piece,
someone came and I built it again.
And I thought I've found my peace,
could've found everything: no pain.
But it turned out to be just the same.
The same old story, refreshed actors.
When I started to believe the game,
I knew it was already too late for me:
I had chosen my character in the story
and my player was running out of lives.
Such as a deadly car race,
the speedway as a giant loop.
Mortal, fatal competition.
Such a confusing repetition.
Day and night, a war of infinity
between reason and insanity.
Now, don't you come to me to talk,
from diseases and politics to pick,
"the reason why stars shine above."
Cause to me there's only cruel tricks.
And, to me, for penitence a rose.
I broke, if there ever was, the magic mirror.
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Pendulum
PoetryTo me, Pendulum, my first collection of original poems, was a journey into myself. The pathway to self-discovery, emotional liberation, introspection and empowerment. Most importantly, I learned to understand better the concept of loving oneself.
