
I do Not Demand or Invoke Anymore,
I Let Fade The Voice, the Sounds in My Head;
Breathing In, Breathing Out,
My Inspirations Rise From Below,
As A Flower Growing Through Concrete;
I Am Like The Morning Sun,
Slowly Discovering The Warmth And The Light I Am;
I Do Not Let Distractions Interrupt Me,
I Find The Strenght And The Will To Give Myself Every Possibility To Bloom From Within;
I Do Not Believe In Illnesses,
Neither in Fatalities;
My Pain And My Wounds,
Are Messages I Ignored With Time;
I Welcome With Compassion Every Part of Me,
Knowing I Am Not Separated From My Sufferances;
I Do Not Hang On Definitions,
Neither Theories or Laws Already Existing;
I Listen to Myself Deeply,
Letting Thoughts Fade in Serenity;
I Let Fears and Doubts Go,
Recognizing The Importance I Have for Me and For The World;
People May be Hurted By The Person I Am Becoming,
But I Know I Am Not Responsible For the Reactions Around;
It May Only Inspire Them To Grow;
I Slowly Get Away From Devices,
Connecting to Each Piece of Nature I Cross on My Way,
Connecting to My Origin.