I look on life with mixed feelings
I've more than I deserve
Yet I've no rhyme nor purpose
I'm an empty room
The windows
My eyes and my lungs are open
I draw the curtains at night
That no one may see how empty I am
The ceiling, is my limitation
The artificial light of the lamps
The truth of the shade that is sometimes
The truth hurts me
The paintings are my past
The clock my present
The door my future
It should take me a long long long time
To open that door
If indeed, I have the tool
Should I succeed in passing from this room
I should become
Timeless
Shameless
Limitless
I should become truth
I should become light