With or without you I am alone,
Searching for my way home.
Not desiring sympathy or empathy,
Or even to be wealthy or the glory.
I want peace of mind,
I want to quiet the turmoil of my soul.
But things rarely go the way we want,
Something always comes up and stands in our way.
Trying to stop us from being happy,
But most times it is we who stop ourselves.
Yes, I believe we are our greatest obstacle,
And once overcome, nothing can stand in our way.
So, as we stand at each crossroad, remember,
If you don't stop you, nothing and nobody can
You are the one in your way
So move!
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Lost
PoesíaThe fifth in the collection.... It speaks of the soul....The heart.... Lost in a haze of life and heartbreak. Forces the mind to think.... And the heart to admit
