The Chosen

The Chosen

I lost my dream on the way

I walked, I looked

But it was gone

I tried to dream again

A new dream, different

Find a way to override my mind

But did not find this new place.

And I was

Again

Alone

I have chosen this road thankless

Trying to find the dream that I lost

Just found the thorns

And the eyes of neighbors averse

For a moment

Distract me, and I shrink

Without more from

You, Soul that still do not know

But that desire from the beginning

Tell me what is the price

To be paid by present size?

How much thorns I run?

How wrong ways I follow shortcuts?

How much time, I’ll regret?

And I will not even mind the price that I pay!

I have the pleasure to say that I am a woman

Not hand me any way

Where I have been

Even if the path is confused I do not rest on my walk

Even if I am wrong

Even doing that does not want

I am woman

And I live what is have to be lived

If someone has the courage that I have

I doubt

Because people are made of glass

And I a polished diamond

For life, the pain and by love

Not yet lived.

Where are you, my Chosen?