Walking on the road, I see many things,
Souls in prison, while hopes take wings.
Some dreams are guarded deep in the eyes,
Some are let go, deemed by wisdom wise.
People laugh, cry, rejoice, and regret,
While some are alone, their hearts upset.
Doors are shut, fearing the world outside,
While others open, emotions untied.
A voice calls for help, hurt by false care,
Too many masks, one face to bear.
Each one the same, yet chasing their goal,
Some seek love, some joy, some freedom of soul.
And there I stand, lost in the dearth,
My own soul whispers, "What is my worth?"
©Tale Keepers
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