Do I even exist, my soul cries out,
From the shadows of doubt, wrapped in a shout.
An unwanted blessing, this life I've received,
A puzzle of fragments, I'm lost and deceived.
Who am I in this vast, echoing space?
A wanderer searching for a familiar face.
Where do I belong, in this world so wide?
Each path I traverse feels like I've tried.
I yearn for a home, a place to be whole,
To find in the silence the peace of my soul.
Not riches, nor glory, just warmth in the night,
A corner of comfort, a flickering light.
I want nothing more than to feel the embrace,
Of laughter and love, in a welcoming place.
To exist in the moment, to truly be free,
To know that I'm cherished, just for being me.
So hear me, dear world, as I whisper my plea:
Let me find my home, let me finally see.
For deep in my heart, there's a flame that persists-
In the search for existence, I long to exist.
