Yes, this is how it feels — to be homeless,
To wander where walls no longer know my name.
Yes, this is how it feels — to be abandoned,
A shadow chasing light that never came.

Yes, this is how it feels — to be voiceless,
To speak and watch the silence echo back.
Yes, this is how it feels — to lose identity,
A soul adrift on life’s forgotten track.

The choice was mine — no blame to cast or borrow,
No pointing fingers, no regrets to lend.
I shaped this path, both joy and quiet sorrow,
And walked it to the silence at the end.

Now it’s mine to steer — the flow, the fall, the flight,
Toward a sea that calls or stillness without sound,
Whether to chase the storm or fade into the night,
I hold the map — my will the only ground.