Where will this road lead me to?
Where should I get up and go
and start another person’s life?
I’m on my own and scared inside.
I don’t know where the next stop is
where I have to get off of this
train of souls on empty roads
souls that are waiting for new to get old
then new again in another body
in another world, on another alley…

They buried me with windflowers,
abandoned me near watchtowers
on shores of waves of meters high
letting me drown wondering why
letting me hear the screams of the corpses
and drag me towards the scariest forces
“The body’s gone, the soul remains”
I never listened to the tales
“The soul remains, the body’s different”
And in this body I’m visitant

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