What a loss to live that many years...
Just to realize what is not yours
And that it shall never be.
Standing alone, beneath the dusky sky,
I wish for the time to pass soon -
I wish for the new year to dawn -
Wish to be somewhere else, somewhere, where I belong -
Not this place.
Not like anywhere I've already been.
May be, it's all a matter of phase.
Perhaps, it's all about seeking the identity.
The truth haunts me like shadows,
Always behind me, every moment,
Following me straight.
I wish to live that day,
The day the curtains will raise.
The day I shall meet the purest version of the Self -
Freed of the veil of illusion,
And that, that shines with freedom -