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The Journey
In the throws of youth there is a constant storm
A hurricane of unrelenting confusion, and frustration
Deafening thunder roars, and fierce gales screech
How can one see the path, when it keeps getting blown away?
A wall of manipulation separates their eyes from the beauty beyond the monsoon
Anxiety takes hold, along with its companion claustrophobia
To find shelter, you must seek to find the eye of the storm
The center of the chaos, which is calm
For that is where you will find your own center
You've been seeking what is beyond, while overlooking what is within
The piece of yourself In the middle of it all
Seek the elegance of the present
To weather the storm you must walk through it
Braving it's ferocious force
You must find the eye of the storm
A hurricane of unrelenting confusion, and frustration
Deafening thunder roars, and fierce gales screech
How can one see the path, when it keeps getting blown away?
A wall of manipulation separates their eyes from the beauty beyond the monsoon
Anxiety takes hold, along with its companion claustrophobia
To find shelter, you must seek to find the eye of the storm
The center of the chaos, which is calm
For that is where you will find your own center
You've been seeking what is beyond, while overlooking what is within
The piece of yourself In the middle of it all
Seek the elegance of the present
To weather the storm you must walk through it
Braving it's ferocious force
You must find the eye of the storm
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