Confused, often reused, my soul stirred again
Life is a dilemma, Truth an illusion
Left with me is my name
I look at the moon, hidden behind the clouds
Is my fate the same?
I ask God, He looks at me
Oh! He is shackled in the frame
The mirror on the wall, stares back,
I feel hollowness and pain,
Struggle inevitable, endless wait,
Patience is my game
A little bird flew past me,
A sting in my heart and shame,
Should I borrow its wings? Should I fly?
The question resurfaced, no answer came
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