I spilled ink over my new leaf
and turned it to the other side and searched,
but there wasn’t any space left,
and the ink bottle was void
with all this breeze I enjoyed.
I looked for a new canvas
and new quills and tools,
yet I was distracted by all these fools,
blurring my vision and my brain
with their screams and rules.
Get out of my head; let me find direction.
Let me look at my reflection
without tears and a flood
of emotions and blood.
Let me learn how to stop fighting the river
and start enjoying its course.
Let me clean my new leaf with the water flow
and watch my roots slowly grow.
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