The quiet halls speak so loud, like an ultrasonic wave.
In such long and winding paths we walk, we seem lost.
Searching for our long lost souls, like a spirit searching for its grave.
We speak an unknown language, begging to be understood, somehow falling short of our own expectations.
We wish to fit in with the crowd that flows as natural as a wave in the ocean. Acceptance is what we strive for and the wise say be yourself.
Yourself is the best you can be. Its then,  your soul is truly free.