And she rises at dawn,
Her feet sweeping the marble floor.
With her eyes half-open,
Looks at the white sheets.
The morning greets,
The breeze still cold
From yesterday’s storm.
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We are in the company of thieves
We are in the company of thieves,
The man in a black suit with his stare blank at the black screen
Talks on the phone, unfeeling
Someone has stolen his liberty, only to find out
He has himself to blame,,
A contract of a hundred years,
“Would you stand up from that chair for a second?”
You are dying from the wounds of bickering and
Self-loathe and find yourself enjoying the sound of it all.
The man in the black suit, he stares at you
And with his eyes, strips away your dignity.
He is a thief when he ask for a little more of your precious time.
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You slept for a hundred of years waiting for the prince
Behind those thorns and towers, dreaming.
Only to realize that he was far from that ideal man
Would you let down your hair, princess?
Wake me up when Time has come.
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What we think of ourselves in the inside
Is far from what Others see of us.
And when all is gone with age,
And our skin is rotting and un-fair,
And our body is aching and diets have changed.
And all has changed!
Then who are you but your wisdom?
