Through the corridors of forbidden pleasures
We go
Through the doors of our dirty kitchens
We come
Through the forests and fields of our dreams
We walk
Through the windows of our childhood
We fly

Living in oblivion,
Falling into obscurity.
In search of freedom,
And doomed not to find it.
Never too sad,
Never too happy,
Feeding our vanity with pain.

Step by step, day after day.
How far have we gone ?
Next door.

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