Full of contradiction: wanting to be still in movement,
Laugh crying, embrace the world at a distance.
The mind races, full of images, tastes, sounds and ideas,
Unable to keep up with itself,
Becoming a balloon that fills itself up
Until it soars, pulling free of its string.
The hunger for more is never satisfied,
Exploration is a process and not a destination.
Fulfilled with freedom to experience all,
Without boundaries or expectations,
It's possible to share endlessly, without exhaustion.
Out of the freedom to create and liberty to feel
Is born the meaning of my existence.
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