when the road of truth is travelled,
secrets of oneself is revealed,
and as more and more gets unravelled,
You come closer to being real.
Freedom comes from being real,
To be calm in whoever you are,
To be honest to everything you feel,
The way to truly grow tall.
Rather be damaged and weak,
Than a perfectly played role,
A role takes energy and time to tweak,
Separating mind and soul.
You must locate a damage to get it fixed,
This can not be done by staying blind,
It's when you and yourself gets mixed.
Clarity of soul and mind.
I'm proud to say I am weak,
I confessed it to a setting sun,
A weakness that disappears as we speak,
For limits I have none.
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