"MY REAL NAME"

The name that life gave to my self
when I was little was “liberty”.
At that time I wanted to express my self
beyond of rules and prohibitions;
but today I don’t know in which moment
I changed my thoughts and lost the goal I had established to my life.
Suddenly I noticed that I had exchanged “liberty” for
the nonsense name of “regret”.

I feel ashamed;
ashamed of what it could have been,
to feel my imagination
as the only book of amendments,
and to look at my self as unstoppable.
Unfortunately today I wake up in a world
where even weak breakable rules
are owner of my decision.

I would love to have wings
and fly away from rejection;
And let away my broken accomplishments,
‘cause I know that my freedom gotta be near
somewhere waiting for me to come;
in the very same place where I left it by taking society rules.
I hope I’ll find it after discovering my own self;
and give myself a chance to see
that “regret” is not my real identity
but an excuse to cover my fears to failure;
till that day I’ll say that I wasn’t lost,
I was just recovering force to show why life
thought I was more than “regret” :
…….. “Liberty”