End of the scene,
each actor breaths deeply
and bows for the closing curtain
as the finished act slowly fades.
Don’t know if there’s life ahead
or just a different stage,
if there’s truth
or if truth’s on the roles we play.
Future’s a winding path,
always paved in hopes and fears.
Who knows, it might even end in tears...
The promised plot may be a sad one
as the imagined perfect love
ain’t granted to ever come
;
Hoping to find that punchline,
Before our time is done,
We walk,
for the sake of walking,
and dream,
cause without dreaming
we’d be little
more than
sand
.
.
.
Museu dos que Já Foram
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