Reaching land

Lost in what must be myself

Again repeating the same

Feelings and action

As so many times before

I want to have it my way

Just not running around

Like a rat in a cage

I want to have control

Of my fate

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I am who I was when I wrote this text but I do not know if I exist now. I am from Scandinavia where the arctic starts

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Posted in Conflict, destiny, patterns, Poem, Poems, Poetry

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