Just A Passenger In Life
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I like the birds chirping in the morning.I like the sun That hits my skin in the afternoon.I like jumping from balconies and open windows like the squirrels do from tree to tree.I like the flowers of spring and the white snow of winterI like the taste of wine as much as the colors of autumn.I love being friends with thieves and songs in foreign languages.I am not from here nor from there; wasn't born here and I don't know the place of my origins.I have no future and my past is long gone, just being happy the color I wear.I identity as a beggar of time,I know that I'm not eternal.My age is just a number that doesn't define me and the stars are my only guide.I like to run barefooted in the fields because just like me they too will be disappeare.I am not from here or there just a passenger of life.I like the rain hitting my skin and the wind drying my it.My future is unknown indeed but today I decide to be happy or sadEmotions are just a state of mind, and like the weather changes so do they.
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