And so it came to be
This isolation that I am
I can only look to me
To find the way it all began
This confusion, constant hunger for something more than this
I strive to find this being that I envision, yet seem to miss
Could it be that I am empty-or maybe a little lost?
Could it be that I am lonely, or seek happiness at any cost?
This never-ending Something that I am living deep inside
Depicts the illusion of myself and all I have to hide
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