Looking myself in the mirror
Staring the hurricane in the eye
As I come closer to my reflection
Hiding beneath the lie
The colors in the sky turn grey
Thunderstorm welcoming the day
I walk on the cracked roads
Below which thousands of souls lay
The unknown is the path, the unknown is the way
Still, I have stepped out towards the destination
The pain washed away by the tiny droplets of rain
Moving on from station to station
You can't cage a bird as free as me
Destined to see the places without a sigh
Past influences future or future is the past
Yeah, I will fly high...
I must be traveling now
The love is so sweet, yeah I know
Pulled me like the guitar strings
So much for you, I have to show...
Photo by Alejandra Quiroz on Unsplash
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