Lost in cities of heart,
which are far away.
New for me is the
trait of the world.

Happy I am in
myself and me alone.

Short is my path,
Long is my journey,
Lost is my way,
Hope is my day.

Far I am from the
Cities of the world.

Yet I care for the world,
Am I wrong or just......


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