But, why do I feel lost?
My location is unknown
But, why do I feel I'm being haunted.
Lost boy in a drowned land
Hanging out with Peter Pan
My only companion, the man in the mood
Even leaves, when my dark hem shines.
Quiet my soul, dear guardian angel
There be lot for us to do.
Sail through the imaginative world
And find the source of my livelihood
Life without purpose is dead.
Chryss.
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