Like on a derailed train,
The rush to stay alive
And the fight to not fail
Keeps me right on the ride.
Looking for solutions,
Trying ammunition.
What is it that I see
Only when I can’t touch?
When I’m stuck and not free,
All I can do is watch,
Watch everything I did
Without a faith nor creed.
Retreating every step,
Every love that I kept,
The nights I hadn’t wept.
Undoing each mistake,
Looking back to the past,
Considering each fate
That I recklessly passed.
Back to the beginning
When I was still living.
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