What’s destiny, what’s faith, what’s longing?
Somehow, I arrived back to where I started.
Why? Is life a choice or controlled from afar?
Where do I go from here? What am I looking for?
Validation of purpose maybe or nothing more?
Impossible to think my own built up super walls
Can impact my ability to fully feel.
I’ve done enough, I am enough!
Undoubtedly, every cell corrects my thoughts!
With these questions, three to be exact.
Playing on my mind like a broken saxophone
Haven’t filled the void of my existence,
Other questions will arise and discard the old
Like a snake shedding its skin, renewed yes.
Free… I do not think so!