where will I go with all this burning desire,

I fail to believe that it's impractical or irrational as I've been a constant admirer.

It's my comfort, it's my muse

I don't wanna find it in the piles of things that I should forget,

I had a thought and my heart

was full of regret.

I've never been afraid that I would be a misfit,

There wasn't ever a moment where I felt like I wanted to quit.

I've been looking for the sense of belonging in different places,

Only to find out that I belong where my message is always conveyed,

where my feelings have been rightly portrayed.