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My legs are moving In a direction Of the unknown I go left I go right I'm completely out of sight Do i go on. Or do i rest Wait till the clock strikes. There's so much noise How do i focus To know The one that leads me back In the noise I Inhale, exhale A storm is brewing In this chaos Where does one hide In this consuming madness I have this light inside Should i ignite Become the flames And rise above To seek ,To find Become an traveler Till i am home.
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Oct 4, 2024
Oct 4, 2024 at 8:56 AM UTC
Wanderer
My legs are moving In a direction Of the unknown I go left I go right I'm completely out of sight Do i go on. Or do i rest Wait till the clock strikes. There's so much noise How do i focus To know The one that leads me back In the noise I Inhale, exhale A storm is brewing In this chaos Where does one hide In this consuming madness I have this light inside Should i ignite Become the flames And rise above To seek ,To find Become an traveler Till i am home.
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Oct 4, 2024
Oct 4, 2024 at 8:56 AM UTC
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