When you do what is expected,
but that doesn’t fill your soul.
You put your foot, one
in front of the other, following
that desire. Do you have the
answer to the question:
“What is it that I need?”
When you’re always waiting,
always searching a way
to escape this moment.
Brokenly looking for a sign
to find your way.
You’re like a stream train
running, but is this path
truly yours? When your soul
is eager to master the blowing wind
and the raging seas.
Your years forming a petal
rose and they transform
into butterflies.
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