The lake of the innocence
Darken in cloud of numbness
The way of the road
Full of despair and anxieties
My cold hands search my pockets
As I forget my gloves
The trees letted go their leaves
Life has up and down
But staying alive is essential
Against the dark clouds of my thoughts
But my life seems to be running as a machine
Letting the despair come and go
O how I miss my old self and life
When I could be innocent and young
Happy and movable
Having a craving for travel and languages
My old self is dead
Where is the new one?
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