The End of Search


Behind those closed doors,
I can feel myself,

Behind the loud music raging in my ears
I can still feel myself

Beneath that quilt,
I can sense myself

Under the layers of these clothes,
It is me

As I went deep inside myself to my heart
It was you

Watching myself throughout the day,

It is you who I came to in the last.

That is where my search ends.

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