In quest of my “true self”
I love strolling about the streets all alone,
Go to different places I've never been,
Just roaming in my thoughts on my own
And breathing a lonely freedom in.
My regular, quiet, but interesting life
Pushes me out for a stroll once again,
And my “I” is dwelling in the constant strife,
But yet again, this stroll clears my brain.
I love watching the blustery nature at night:
Thunder, lightning, wind, heavy rain -
All this reminds me my inner world in a fight
To find my “true self” – that’s what I aim to gain!
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