I was looking for heroes,
being ignored of the fact
that there are no heroes
but my inner urge
to free myself,
in others.
in so many different narration of desperate attempts
to flee my chain
the reacquiring nightmare of the Sisyphus
the pride of rolling up
the burden of life
and the futility of
reacquiring orbit
Knowing that there is no way out of the prison
of perpetuate pain,
the perception
the dungeon of which
we all so wholeheartedly name it "I,"
the shared walls
that individuate us
in our uniformities.
