Lost

I was born to be a wanderer
Not because I don’t know where to go
Or because I’ve got feet to walk
In this unending path I call my own
Confused and alone

Dreams, daydreams, nightmares
My mind wanders about everywhere
Some I see, some I don’t
Some are just barely there
Invisible, transparent

Nobody knows where should I go
I, myself, do not know
But I’ll keep wandering, wondering
If I have a place I can call my home

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