A weight were I know no origin
a wealth were I know no owner
a life where I know not a single soul
a journey where I know not a destination
I drift afar from where I call comfort
but yet do not sail far to that sea
I feel the wind whistling
but it seems like no air finds me
for I cannot breathe
But somehow I am living
Jan 12, 2021
Jan 12, 2021 at 6:37 AM UTC
A weight were I know no origin
a wealth were I know no owner
a life where I know not a single soul
a journey where I know not a destination
I drift afar from where I call comfort
but yet do not sail far to that sea
I feel the wind whistling
but it seems like no air finds me
for I cannot breathe
But somehow I am living
