My house my role. My friends my man. My devotion to God. All the more feels indefinite. Nothing’s been clear. Nothing’s been in. Nothing’s felt true. And I’ve never had both feet in. Nothing’s belonged. Nothing’s been yes. Nowhere’s been home. And I’m ready to be limbo no more. My taste my peers. My identity my affiliation. All the more feels indefinite. Nothing’s been clear. Nothing’s been in. Nothing’s felt true. And i’ve never had both feet in. Nothing’s belonged. Nothing’s been yes. Nowhere’s been home. And I’m ready to be limbo no more. I sit with filled frames. And my books and my dogs at my feet. My friends by my side. My past in a heap. Thrown out most of my things. Only kept what I need to carve. Something consistent and notably me. Tattoo on my skin. My teacher’s in heart. My house is a home. Something at last i can feel a part of. Sense of myself. My purpose is clear. My roots in the ground. Something at last I can feel a part of. Something aligned. To finally commit. Somewhere I belong. Cuz I’m ready to be limbo no more. My wisdom applied. A firm foundation. A vow to myself. ’Cuz I’m ready to be limbo no more. * por Sérgio Gonçalves [BH/MG]