The Tomb of Ideas

The Entombment of ideas

There is a lost kingdom in all of us,

Its borders are the memories of our past rebellions,

And its capital is a mausoleum, that of a life at the dawn of the field of possibilities.

Most of us will loose the track of this kingdom forever.

Only a tiny part, against winds and tides, will walk the small paths,

Far from artifices and false pretenses, in the hope of seeing the shores of this forgotten World.

What have we done of all these dreams and all these encounters ?

Of all these promises made to ourselves...

We have left each other from so long now.

So it is here that our trails separate,

Just in front of the entombment of ideas.



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“Khalil Gibran”