Once I was a sailor
I sailed away my boat
Down to rest and left the dock again
Once I was a painter
I painted the beauty of sunrise
Put some colours on and threw it all away
Once I was a hero
I served with naivety
Smiled through my way of freedom
And cried on my way home
But now I’m just a writer
With broken fingers I write broken words
Spelling letters to words
Words to sentences
I write till the end
I write till I stop
I write as a dedication to my nightmare
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