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Lost
Here I am, walking on my narrow trail
Trapped in a dull thoroughfare
Same old routine
Incessant it seems to be
Boredom led to curiosity
I run, as fast as I can
So fast, I thought I would fly
Above all the trees and branches
Over thorns and fences
I close my eyes, and feel the fleeting freedom
As time goes by the wind stopped blowing
I came back to my senses
Where am I?