It was tiring to wander in the past
Pretty useless to travel in the future

Leaving my body alone to face present
My mind kept going on this adventure

Lots of things done in search of happiness
Checked its definition again and again

The storm of questions raised inside me
Gathering answers made me feel empty

Being outward refused to help
Get inward is all it said

Sitting down with my own self brought me peace
Along bringing grace in the form of rain

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