Servant

As in a painting of fast and sharp lines
Gestures emboding anxiey and mistrust
Emotions keeper, as life passes by
It's hard to take the right step

But does it even make sense?
A cliff is not dreadful if you can fly
Fear paralizes every move
My only freedom is the mental one

As light, I walk
Every feasible way
As light, I exalt
Every shade of this paint

I'm living on past choices
Impudently established inside
A tree that branches out over the years
Of which I can't grasp the roots

Nobody allowed me to learn about to fly
Now I'm out of this cage but I do not find myself free yet

Was it better to leave you on the throne?
Inert to your sentences
Should I have lived locked up?
Freedom will lead me to death

Sky and seas merge, this one thing blurs
You should have freed me before
Constellations hide behind a mask
You had to let me go before

I should revive it all over again
Erase the past, and rewrite it every day
Every thinking, every single causality
With no worry, I'm in pursuit of fade