I’m a fugitive.
I was shut up in myself
As soon as I was born,
But I managed to flee.

If people get tired
Of being in the same place,
Why shouldn’t they tire
Of having the same self?

My soul seeks me out,
But I keep on the run
And sincerely hope I’ll never be found.

Oneness is a prison.
To be myself is to not be.
I’ll live as a fugitive
But live really and truly.

✍#Fernando_Pessoa
(5 April 1931)