Possessed By Life
I am possessed by life and I can’t deny
I am possessed
I won’t deny time
or the flow between the banks,
Sun, which has entered my veins
Colours which sprout are not in vain
I am possessed by life and I can’t deny.
The weaver wove it and
placed it on the wind
to feed my senses and
unlock the rusty doors
there is not much I can do
for the hour glass has been broken on a beach
neither the time is mine nor the sand
for I am possessed by life.
I experience freedom
For I am not bound anymore
Just a man possessed
Not by an idea but by life.
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