She is one

I sleep with the wolves
I wake with the vultures
I trust only myself

The skies are dark
The waters are murky
Yet I can see right through you

The mountains are unmatchable
The depth is unforeseeable
I am as real as I could be

The beat is rhythmic
The pitch deafening
I come back to myself

The beauty of a flower
The simplicity of a rock
Life is as it should be

The mystery of the universe
The unknown of our world
The search continues

 

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