The waves of that lake,
Swiftly they moved and breezed,
My body felt full of insecureness,
Like always my blood freezed,
I stopped myself a lot,
To enter the pathetic path,
Where the happiest souls live,
There was no switch to restart,
All the worsts at some times,
Awoke the bad intentions,
My fainted conscience died,
Still my body can\'t form its mentions,
Inside the lake those blurred pearls,
And the floating dark cottons above,
The dark night around me,
Will never fly me like a dove,
I waited for the white light,
To shine from fabulous horror,
But time introduced me to infinity,
Now I am loving this awful terror,
In the habit where I grew,
Among these insecurities of mine,
The waves or pearls can\'t do,
If they want to make me shine.