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lost

just a blue boy with a heart full of gold
misunderstood by all the things
he wishes he could control
he’s trying his best to feel whole
while trying his best
to listen to his soul

somedays i wish i could turn back the hands of time

and go back to the days
where i felt sublime

or should i say
divinely intertwined with ghandi’s mind

i used to feel inclined to share me with you over wine
now im dying trying to feel fine

stuck between laughing and crying

smiling and sighing

flying and fighting…

a wise man once said:

the best way to find yourself is to lose yourself

i say,

seek within and you just might free yourself