Traveling

I'm traveling from place to place,
looking for the one
I never want to leave.
But restless as I am,
nowhere is home to me.

I'm traveling from soul to soul,
searching for the one
that will complete my being.
But destroyed as I am,
nobody can match me.

I'm traveling from day to day,
waiting for the one
on which everyting will change.
But passive as I am,
no one will vary from the others.

I've been traveling for so long,
until that I arrived
in front of this old mirror,
looking into my own eyes.

Envoyé: 08:56 Wed, 8 March 2017 par: Hopp Mylena