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Still conscious without direction

The images of my passage here

All strength that remains in body and mind

Extracts the meaning of life

Like trees in the winter

My leafs fall and flowers die

But the essence of that growth

Sprouts from the seeds

The real man rethinks his last mission

Mother Nature claims for her seeds

Not before this mission ends

I’ll be back to this fake reality

I' m not my sustained concepts

Not even feelings of pain

In thoughts which travel from life to life

And confront the death

The evolution of my identity

Guided by the seeds of my soul

Like the awakening of my dreams

To the beginning again go