You wake up every morning, with a thought.
Sometimes, a blank thought. Or sometimes, occupied.
Sometimes, like an empty road. Or sometimes, a room full of people.
Sometimes, like an eternal sunshine. Or sometimes, like an obscure unending night.
I wake up each morning, to find out myself. To find out who I am. Who I really want to be. What I want from life.
Lost in the crowd, I search for myself. Yet again, I rise from the burnt ashes and gather the pieces to find a new me. To find a reason to exist. To call myself as 'living'.
To find an inspiration. An inspiration for life.
Sometimes, a blank thought. Or sometimes, occupied.
Sometimes, like an empty road. Or sometimes, a room full of people.
Sometimes, like an eternal sunshine. Or sometimes, like an obscure unending night.
I wake up each morning, to find out myself. To find out who I am. Who I really want to be. What I want from life.
Lost in the crowd, I search for myself. Yet again, I rise from the burnt ashes and gather the pieces to find a new me. To find a reason to exist. To call myself as 'living'.
To find an inspiration. An inspiration for life.
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