Black wing day

I give up the noble art of prudence
I don't want to be the puppet
Of absolute truths
Of expected behaviors

Because it made ​​me be where I am
Stuck in a time that does not belong to me
Attached to something that I bought by illusion

I'll stop waiting for the golden opportunity
Because that's what everyone does
Because that's what fools do
And wait just makes me wither

I'll stop trying to convince myself
Something that now I hate
I'll stop trying to convince me
That I am something different from me

Let me fall into the hole, Mr. Rabbit
I promise I'll believe anything
No one else will take my truth
Or tear my beliefs

Maybe if I break a glass
And smash it five times
The blood turns into water
And the cup back to its original shape

Back to the beginning
Sounds simple
But it is not

I'll stop trying to convince myself
Something that now I hate
I'll stop trying to convince me
That I am something different from me