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!