Sonnet.

24 janeiro, 2009

Any sense of precision
lost between the days
lost within the life
couldn’t be important, no.

Why would you have a vision?
Why see through the maze?
You just need a lie
and faith to follow the flow.

One day, we’ll understand
everything but it will
be only for one day.

After this, no memories
will exist, nothing more.
Or that was the meaning?

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