Life puZzle
Maybe we got a little lost,
while we were trying to find ourselves.
look all you want but what you're looking for is not out there,
its right where you left it.
in the back of your mind,
under everything you thought you found,
stop looking and start digging,
take the pieces and put yourself together,
because this thing called life,
isnt for the travelers,
but for the creators.
Go ahead and take all your pieces,
and make yourself ,
because you'll never find yourself.
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