I roam
I wander
never settled
I squander
living in doubt
I roam about
where am I to be
Am I happy
A poem of questions, we all doubt I think, at least I always doubt myself, but once settled all of this quickly rushes behind us and we thrive, great poem of very strong feeling!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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