rediscovery
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On these days at home,
I am left with only myself.
How blank everything feels when you can’t live in the world around you.
The calmness unsettles me.
There are no expectations to be vibrant and eventful.
I smile, I laugh and I cry,
but who am I?
I eat, I walk and I jump,
but who am I?
I dance, I sing and I sleep,
but who am I?
I talk, I shout and I bath,
but who am I?
I'm sorry
For, I know it has been awhile
And throughout that time life went on its ways
whether wide or maybe narrow
The paths I've taken, the things I've experienced
