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A Poem.
Sometimes, we lose our way,
we wander like lost souls,
unable to see the road in front of us,
always stepping on something or the other that would hurt us.
We’re always losing our way,
no matter how much we try to stay in our line,
we see something shiny and follow that particular way,
even though we know in our gut that that’s the bad road,
a road that would lead us to doom, to chaos, to hurt, and so much more.
We lose our way, and yet, we keep moving forward,
like a ship that always sails,
we keep our sails high and mighty,
we keep our hearts strong (even though we aren’t strong ourselves)
and we make sure that we reach our destination no matter how long it takes.
That’s how we are,
and that’s how we will always be,
because even if we lose our way,
we’re sure to end up somewhere.
Somewhere no one can see us,
or hear us,
but only end up in a place where we will feel whole and loved again.
Perhaps that’s the journey of life, my mum would say,
to lose the way, and to walk a different path;
to lose the way and to end up in a completely foreign place so that one day, you’ll look back and realize that the path was always in front of you,
that your destination was always set,
you just took a lot too many exits to find your way.
