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Yearnings grow sober everyday

I couldn’t decipher the strange feeling

There’s a current flowing through me

What could this be?

I can’t express it

My folks don’t know it

Even my friends don’t perceive it

I’m quite diffident to confess it

They might mocked me if I reveal it

This strife to which I find myself in

Has been bugging me since my innocent years

Very unconventional and exceptional

Still I tried to make my guise abound

But each time she comes about

It made me want to be found

But still, I tried to brave the tempting ground

Afraid of losing the chances to count

The joy she brings every time we’re both around

When can I get it off my chest?

When can I finally say my best?

Will circumstances favor my guess?

Will my confession beget another mess?

Will I be one of those who wear false face?

Tied and locked up inside an empty space

Who could help me out of a maze?

Who could bring me a trace?

Maybe tomorrow, or maybe not anymore

Who would know?