I’m getting lost on who I am
I’m unable to transcribe the encryptions
Symbols and shapes scattered all around
A chaos, no co-existence!
A havoc state of mind,
A storm of whirling anger
A peace-less center still
Of fire and swirling winds
A featherless phoenix flying
Losing its way while trying
To get back on course of life
Fighting its deadly fires
Two paths from which it chooses
But at the fork road she stands
Admiring one while expecting the other
As if it’s to give a confession
I can’t read myself anymore
I’m lost at the choice of the roads
I’m the phoenix with burnt feathers
Flying towards its fatal fire
Only this time, it won’t be reborn
I’m the one with a smudged face
A colorless complexion of misfortunes
A wreckage of a ship going out on a sail
In the middle of a prime storm
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