To be lost
In the fondest thoughts
Is to be a sweet prisoner
To all we ever held dear
Without memories
The personality is rudderless
And soon while we still are
We will be lost in search of ourselves
Reveries are moments we snap into ourselves
A haven to a wandering soul
A moment that pauses the nagging questions of...
who are my?...what am I doing here?...what is this all about.?
Photocredit : pinkzippo
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