My heart cries for places I have never been to
As if remembering something
From a life I don't live
Can memories travel through time and space?
How can my heart ache for
A past I don't believe was mine?
So many questions of who am I?
Could my soul fly through reality?
Creating so much confusion for me
I'm so tired of this mystery
Who could I be?
Perhaps My love for traveling is
Inherited from my past
Farther back then I ever could have guessed
My fleeting heart never at rest
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Something random that has been bothering me. I don't think I'll enter it in any contests. It's something personal ^_^
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