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I wander in my shelter, lost in meaningless hours

I watch every dusty corner in silence

Like an old and worn photograph… life is a still landscape that will never change.

I look forward to this inert moment passing… only to find another time like it

My inanimate world without a beginning or an end…

We are the souls of broken dreams

The ones that can never fly

Frustrated by the struggle day after day...

With no idea why we exist in this place

We are trapped in a city of madness...

Fighting an eternal battle without an end

Like a before and after...

I wake up in the gloom and silence, they are my faithful company

Like a damp stain on an old and destroyed wall...

We wait for the new sky from an old window

The first glimmers of light appear on the horizon

The present changes and takes on another reality...

In this new shelter... the shadowy existence will cease to live...

But like a bad habit... this eternal dying routine will return...