Stray in the middle of nowhere,
Where the place is so dark and full of razor sharp weeds,
A large empty space inside my mind,
And seems my time is out of this world.
That is how I look at myself,
Lost in this reality,
Trying to look for answers,
Grasping for truth,
In search for my true self.

Walking along the dangerous path of my journey,
Where troubles could come towards me in that dark and bushy place,
A question suddenly pops out of my mind,
Would I be able to find my way?
Will I be able to conquer my fear?
Will I be able to fight this thing within me?
That bothers me,
Torturing me,
Am I going to find my true self?

Wandering around in that middle of nowhere,
Where no one could find their way back home once they started their journey,
An old man came towards me,
And asked for water and food,
Telling me about the journey he had been,
How hard he have traveled,
How long he have spent,
Enduring that same dangerous path,
In search for his own true self.

Talking while sitting in the middle of nowhere,
With the old man who is on his way home after finding himself in the journey,
Saying to me things he experienced,
No matter how hard to road is,
No matter how difficult to cross rivers,
No matter how high the mountains are,
No matter how long the journey is,
You will have the chance,
To conquer and find your true self.

So I continued the journey along the middle of nowhere,
Where I left the old man cheering me with his words of wisdom,
I promised myself one thing for sure,
That, o matter how hard to road is,
No matter how difficult to cross rivers,
No matter how high the mountains are,
No matter how long the journey is,
You will have the chance,

I will conquer and find my true self.

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