Posted in life, original, self / self esteem


I started walking one day
Not knowing where to go or where to stay
Off I went to a place unfamiliar
Saw faces and things peculiar

I kept walking until night fall
Passed by a great hall
Strangers looked on
But before they could ask, I had gone

Am I lost without me knowing?
As years on my face are showing?
I thought I knew what I’d be by now
But still I’m at a standstill somehow

I guess I’ll continue walking some more
Until I find whatever it is I am looking for

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