feeling run through

in the airir

i staire

to gather my thoughts

lots

of feeling run through

knew

something will there

can't be unaware

i continue

i do travel

on a jouney

were something

i can lean on

not a long walk

holding my soul up high

i try

for the next path

that i have

 

 

 

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