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Sometimes I feel like I've missed several trains,
that life is moving away and doesn't entertain me.
I watch the platform lights fade away,
while my soul, in immobility, perishes.
I've lived in one place for too long,
without knowing other landscapes or feeling its breath.
My feet are rooted in familiar soil,
but my spirit longs to be lost.
What worlds have I failed to explore
for fear of losing what I already have here?
How many dreams have been left in suspension,
waiting to be released by my devotion?
The clocks tell stories with every tick,
as my life slips by with sighs and laments.
And in each day that passes without taking off my feet,
I feel part of my essence fade away.