cosmacpan

the glass cages

although our footsteps leave visible traces,

even though up there someone knows everything

we are still afraid

we are deposits of petrified fear

the skeletons rattle through on the cupboards

and mummies are studied with the most sophisticated methods

hoping to discover the panacea

but we forget that the liberating truth

it is carved into the fiber of the soul

if we each stopped in front of the bars

opening our souls

we could see that the truth would set us free

because the glass of mirrors is a liar

it\'s just a props.

open your wings,

get up. dare!