I'm living inside the box mine
Books were scattered, my pen runs out
The winds were calling me to come
Whisper into my ears, the light is near
But, the wise old man said
Seeking for answers is unending tunnel
You might see a glimpse of fickle
it's still not the end
Sitting under the oak tree
Dusk until dawn unravel the mystery
I saw an owl, it guides me on my way
I'm not blinded but unable to see
Dec 15, 2020
Dec 15, 2020 at 8:47 AM UTC
I'm living inside the box mine
Books were scattered, my pen runs out
The winds were calling me to come
Whisper into my ears, the light is near
But, the wise old man said
Seeking for answers is unending tunnel
You might see a glimpse of fickle
it's still not the end
Sitting under the oak tree
Dusk until dawn unravel the mystery
I saw an owl, it guides me on my way
I'm not blinded but unable to see
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