May 2013
In my quieter moments
I sometimes think:
I'm just a boy
trying to make my way in the world as a man.
Who knows what I really am?
Living in progress.
Strains of charisma,
Strands of thought,
Variants in society, lost
in a world so big, often
I just don't know what I'm supposed to be.
That's ok,
Life is about discovery.
I sometimes think:
I'm just a boy
trying to make my way in the world as a man.
Who knows what I really am?
Living in progress.
Strains of charisma,
Strands of thought,
Variants in society, lost
in a world so big, often
I just don't know what I'm supposed to be.
That's ok,
Life is about discovery.
(29/Other/Empyrean)
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