This is me
Feeling sometime lost at home, felling home on unknow paths.
The unknow path is dicting my way. Feeling lost without it.
Feeling strange in a bar but feeling natural in the woods.
Nature is home,
Watching at the horizon, few tears dropping on my cheek.
I’m not a tourist but a traveller and adventurer. Leave no trace is my moto.
The hapinness is at the end of of my handle bar.
The road will be never too far,
Hope one day, I will say: this is us…
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