There are some people that don’t know who they are
Some that would never know
Some that would figure it out too late
But there are always people who never doubt.

There are some people who don’t know what road to take
Some that would take the wrong one
Some that don’t even dare to think of one
But there are always people who never doubt.

There are some people that cry for no reason
Some that shout to follow passion
Some that sing to follow rhythm
But there’s always one that lives to see you cry, shout and sing.

There are people that laugh for no reason
Some that live just because they can
Some that suffer and never know
But there’s always people that breathe with no fear.

There are some people that fear mistakes
Some that wouldn’t dare to look back
Some that will be chasing change
But there’s always people that learn from mistakes.

There are people that want it all
Some that have it all
Some that envy all
But there’s always one that would give all.

There are people that give by obligation
Some for compassion
Some without intention
But there’s always people that gives with love.

There are people that smile with shame
Some with intuition
Some for basic education
But there’s always people that smile with the heart.

There are people that love
Some that adore
Some that care
But there’s always people that passionately loves.

There are people that would read this unintentionally
Some without comprehension
Some will only see it and not observe it
But there’s always people that this poem would touch their heart.

I searched through words trying to find answers;
I searched through teachings, eager to find a path.

Words gave me clues and inspiring quotes,;
They gave strong deep meanings, but they stayed as words.

Teachings gave me ideas, some hope on where to go;
They gave knowledge and even a glimpse of strength.

But I learned in order to find my way
I must look inside and listen.
Words won´t last and teachings may be forgoten.
The wisdom we require comes from within.

I see myself but I don´t find me,
I recognize myself but I´m not yet me.
I am, but not what I could,
am I already me?

I´m here but I see myself there,
am there but my body stays behind.
I´m here trying to reach there,
could here be there?

I dream that,
how do I get to that?
I have this
would I always dream that?

I am understanding myself,
discovering, knowing me.
I am questioning,
teaching, creating myself.

I am getting closer becoming myself.