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I want to be another

I laid this poem last summer. I had originally intended to make a song and I was quite advanced in music. Then one morning I realized I could not see myself singing this text as it ages. Too dark, too heavy. Fortunately, the ending is hopeful. God being present in my life, I allow myself not to include his light in everything I write, it would be dishonest of me part because no matter the race or the depth of the depression in which I find myself from time to time, His grace to me over and makes me want to continue. Nevertheless, allow me to introduce him here because I do not think so stripped of any interest despite its heaviness, include several ...

I want to be another

When I bend under the rancor

And the moonless night

Getting away from my due

I want to be another

When the enemy I torpedo

And that doubt as a gimlet pierces my heart morose

I want to be another

When fear paralyzes me

And his gall intoxicates me

At almost overdosed

I want to be another

When I hear you more

And these fallen beings pushes me to neurosis

I want to be another

When I seek your face
And that my soul crosses my rage

Who came back from his break

I want to be another

Although more law and less wandering

And never lose this time crumbles under necrosis

I want to be another

But I have a Father who always talks to me

Who covers me against my will to love

And leads me to the issue

Here or violence

Do find more remains

Neither the body nor in the heart

From our new alliance

Yes of free men

Who wanted as we dazzle

Although they had nothing to offer bigger than what we are ...