I'm moving,
Heedless of where I'm going.
I'm sailing,
Unaware where the wind's blowing.
My vision is narrowed,
I thought it was wide.
I carry on to swallow,
The pain of this meaningless ride.
So addicted to the journey,
I forgot where I am heading.
Adrift in my movement,
I forgot my meaning.
I am lost,
I am astray,
And until I find my purpose,
I won't find a way.
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Mend
شِعرSomething's misplaced. It's broken, it's harmed and stabbed and hurt. Our visions are blur for we don't look at what's not visible - what's inside, the power and beauty within and how it is misaligned. We need to heal, we need to mend.
