I try to do things my way,
But things only got harder.
I've tried what others say,
Instead of getting closer
I got farther.
I've reached a point
that seemed like a dead end.
I looked to the left & right
& saw nothing.
I heard many voices,
But I saw no one coming.
I once had faith
which then created a dream.
But I gave up on it
& my dream disappeared like steam.
I heard a soothing voice
passing by my ear like a stream.
It said, "return to where you made
faith your theme."
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