I built my life on hopes I never found, creation seems obsolete
Searching for recognition, I only felt isolated and incomplete
Always trying new things to feed my ambition
But it never relieves my condition
Should I follow new directions?
I found a letter slid under the door
Asking me a job I have never done before
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I leave everything behind to search for the specified place
I don't know why I'm eager to settle down there?
This time I don't feel it finishing in despair
Should I seize the opportunity?
Acknowledgement finally
I found a letter slid under the door
Asking me a job I have never done before
Signed by a nameless enquirer
Echoing to my will to go further
Inspiration flows through me, leading my movements unconsciously
Touched by grace of creation, I let ideas take form before me
I am devoted to this endeavour, becoming the slave of it
When I close my eyes, I see the lines of its final form
I can feel a new reality born of me as it transforms
Creator or creation, where am I?
There are parts I never worked on
I can't recognize the mansion, rooms are switching on their own
Doors disappear and walls seem deformed, creation is the only way out
I found a letter slid under the door
Asking me a job I have never done before
Signed by a nameless enquirer
Echoing to my will to go further