There’s this feeling again…
Of the known journey of the search.
Now you are tired,
Once you reached the fire!
Your return for the quest of the island,
Consciously seeking the flame,
For your self to blame!
Maybe you don´t recognise it,
But you always loved the road,
The joy of the eminence, the dream, and the idea!
The portrait falls once more…
When you pass through the fine line.
You miss it all again with the presence, the real, and the fake!
And run, nurturing unconsciously happiness of the road.
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