I found my way.
Beyond my wall of imaginations;
Deep into myself,
Breaking my house of perceptions!
I sit there, thinking;
Thinking how much to exploit,
To find my artefact,
Which is taken away, on the other side.
Not knowing when to stop;
Where to go and
what's the answer;
I keep moving, living with time,
Hoping to find it which I once had.
As I said, I found my way;
Not sure if it's the right way
But l'll know when I reach.
But I don't know how long it might take.
It might be fake.
But it's the moral which you can take.
Don't stop moving,
Even when you don't have a way!
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