Imagineable
What it´s like to be a kid again, ask for a pet, an electric guitar, or a hug
Or not ask for anything at all
What it´s like to travel on your own this time
To the homelands of your idealized great
What it´s like to twist your tongue so people will listen
To then be surrendered to your so-called fate
Unimaginable
What it´s like to want the same thing over again
Have no one stare you in the eye
What it´s like to beg in silence
With no one before you but a passerby overflow
What it´s like to abandon oneself in search of nothingness
Because the culture one chooses says so
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