Just by looking at others,
I come to think
On the little thing that matters
Like the small drop of ink.
Been questioning and wondering
Of how things work
Been discovering and learning
Yet It's like I'm in a cirque.
I'm still going back to the beginning
To the same old thoughts,
Which is like a battle without an ending
Where only I and myself fought.
There's the collision inside me,
That I'm the one to blame
For not helping me to be free
And for staying the same.
Why can't I let the positivity win,
And let the negativity falls?
Why can't I just begin,
And break all those walls?
Maybe it's because I have always been so low,
Always been so sad
For which I've come to know
These feelings are all I had.
Guess I'll always be a wanderer
Of my own body, my own skin.
Can't even become a conqueror,
To fight this battle within.
