I am not quite sure of the place I'm in
My eyes are tired, and my heart; confused
As if walking through an uncertain road
And when I try to run, nothing seems to unfold
And as I gathered up my tears
For the hundredth time tonight
Alone with my thoughts
Looking at the orange street light
I ask myself again,
Where am I?
Where am I?
not in place,
not in time
But where am I in life?
Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 7:13 AM UTC
I am not quite sure of the place I'm in
My eyes are tired, and my heart; confused
As if walking through an uncertain road
And when I try to run, nothing seems to unfold
And as I gathered up my tears
For the hundredth time tonight
Alone with my thoughts
Looking at the orange street light
I ask myself again,
Where am I?
Where am I?
not in place,
not in time
But where am I in life?
still clueless about how to live my life and how scary the future is :(
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