segunda-feira, 22 de fevereiro de 2016


Aside what I want, they wish me to conquer! Conquer?, I say, my words full of dismay, still fearing the worst. They expect more. More of me. More than I ever was. More than I ever wished to be. Now I struggle for silence is not an apt answer and no answer is apt to their wishes. The question will remain in the air. But what question? They demand it! If I label it a wish they protest, if I call it a payment they sneer. What to do? Words to say. I am but one man, alone in my universe. Beyond silence, monumental pain, they await me to formulate a phrase, sounds to spill from my mouth. What to say? I cannot escape from witnessing the undoing of my deed.

Mastodon - The Czar

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