In Search of Myself



 I have strolled a thousand streets, Through noiseless day breaks and eager nights— But more than all I've ever misplaced, It's myself: I've lost the foremost. The reflector holds a stranger's confront: Do they know the dreams I chase? Or am I fair a faded follow

Within the obscure of time and space?

Each day I wear a more up to date skin, overlooking where I once had been. Still profound interior, an address burns— Will the genuine me ever return? I learn in quiet, develop in torment. From smashed trusts, I rise once more. A fight battled without a sound. To discover the soul that can't be found. Step by step, I shape tomorrow,

With pieces carved from bliss and distress.

For within the conclusion, the most prominent art—

Is learning how to know your heart.