Am I?
Dancing in the midst of Angels and Demons the child cries for compassion but the world of grownups passes by not even a glance a schizophrenic trance I remember days..., no, years... no, centuries and I run like hell where shall I hide from me I'm here but not I am Nothing said nothing lost or gained Freedom is a myth used to enslave I, slave of the Universe enough said Sign in to see full entry.