Sometimes I feel like I'm stranded in a country that speaks
A language I don't speak.
a language I cannot speak.
There's a glimpse of vision in my heart that tells me
that I need to impact this place
and bring good to this society.
I thought I can blend in.
I thought I can represent a difference.
But I can't.
At the end everything I did was running around
Running away from others,
running away from myself,
running away from demands and rules I cannot understand.
I walk around and wander aimlessly
I expose myself to dangers and unknownness.
All just to find
Someone who speaks my language.
Someone who understands me.
At the end, I guess that's all I really want.