Solitude.

Solitude has his own shapes
The shape of shadows, of desire
Of destiny
When life comes to a halt
All plans collapse
Solitude is a forced friend
When the thrill of the everyday
Abandons us
Then solitude tells me
I am time
Before ambitions overtook you
I was there
Like the shadow on the wall

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