I noticed that all I talked about
is just myself being lost,
and not about an individual
who is found.
ye skies extended up and above
Clouds, forests, and roses
with its thorns peeking out
Mist of feelings swirling
like a roundabout;
Was I the one who chose to enter,
knowing that there is no way out?
Inside this maze, that leaves me to doubt
Apr 6, 2021
Apr 6, 2021 at 6:34 AM UTC
I noticed that all I talked about
is just myself being lost,
and not about an individual
who is found.
ye skies extended up and above
Clouds, forests, and roses
with its thorns peeking out
Mist of feelings swirling
like a roundabout;
Was I the one who chose to enter,
knowing that there is no way out?
Inside this maze, that leaves me to doubt
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