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so transient,

so absent.

I can’t really count on it.


So full of coherence,

but also incoherence.

Is it real?

I don’t know how to feel.

I have not enough patience,

waiting for it.

I want to create my faith,

with my own hands,

so I don’t really count on providence.
All I see is distance,


not enough balance.

I don’t know if I can trust,

some divine providence.

I believe and I don’t,

my optimism say that I can, I should,

sometimes I see things happen,

then I would.

But it seems too good,

so maybe drop it, dude.

Hope is not enough for me,

I need to belive in what I see.

I need to see it happen,

so fast, as I was Verstappen.

I don’t know if I can give my life, my destiny,

to some god.

If there’s any, does he really care,

about what happens to this poor man?

And he really wants to help?

For real?



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