Touched by the air and the waves
Feeling shy and afraid of myself
A thousand monsters desire my body
I walk nowhere yelling from the inside:
Am I a crustacean?
The current is the only thing
That keeps me alive
It’s like my wall, my barrier
But the only way of survive
If I follow its orders.
I feel like a crustacean
Waiting for its destiny
But I’m tired of be what they want
I want to be more like the tiger
I belong out there
I need to leave the beach
And find the sky
In my mental path.
As a writer I like to hide things in my work, this is not the exception Can you find it?
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