My homeland is not a suitcase and I am no traveler,
But I keep walking , where am I going ?
I walk through nights dismal and dreary, and days that seem to sing a melancholy of their own
I hear people, laughing, talking, loving.. I try to silence the voices, but they keep ringing in my ears
I try to walk away, but the voices, they follow me everywhere
Am I moving towards the beginning or is this the end running towards me?
Where am I going, I don’t know
But I keep walking, and that’s all that really matters..
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