Sometimes, I cry
Wondering, searching for a place to hide
My soul yearns for acceptance
Trying to hold on to a new perception.
My soul burns with ragging heat
Trying to find a place, where ideas and beliefs are complete
My soul searches constantly, like the flowing waterfall
That I see before me
Pouring like water droplets.
To comprehend, what the mind can see.
My tears, washes away the pain
Searching for a place to hide away
Where the calmness of the sea
Is complementary to the soul.
Finally finding peace, where the mind can just stroll
Escaping from reality, to a fairytale, where stories are told.
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