overwhelmed by the verge of longing
i try to find exit
but i am still longing for who i am
knowing myself through the eyes of stranger
this fickleness i can not override
just like these roads leading me to my home
i have travelled some distance with her words
to our abode
but i will always be this weak
the strength i have is discrete
for my own good

i pray this one last time
to these roads
to those words
to teach me to be someone’s hope…
as they are for someone
like me….

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