Inner world

 Even when I’m still unsure, I’m sure of this feels, If I turn toward myself, everything changes, with idea confluence.

I keep pondering around under-

 dim-lit kind of light,
Where all my unfinished thoughts learn how to hold their height.
No matter how tough,  

I try to understand the world inside,
A chorus made of hidden things,

I never feel so tale-like.

It’s not the world outside me, 

it’s the compass in my mind,
Where every fear and every hope has learned its own side.

My inner world, 

my inner world,
Turning storms into wisdom.
It doesn’t ask for perfect days—
It just asks me to think-profound.
My inner world, my inner world,
Where I meet the truth that’s hidden somewhere,
If I listen past the noise,
I can feel myself grow.

Some nights I argue with those shadows like it’s part of the inner world,
But doubt can be clarified,

 if we take our trails.
Do not lose the way in growing mature,

do not pretend to be someone you are not,
Now I’m learning how to listen to -

the language of the inner world.

When the world gets loud, 

I come back to the pulse of who I am,
To the quiet charm that won’t surrender to -

the outdated rules.

Let the feeling rise, 

let it move, 

don’t trap it in a hidden world.
Hold my beliefs like never before, 

then inspire me to change the world .
I don’t need to fight to prove, 

I need to learn to be,
An inspiration inside my mind, 

where my energy can recharge,

my spirit can rewire

My inner world, my inner world,
I’m building something good from hurt—
From the lessons I learned,
From the purpose I can find.
My inner world, my inner world,
Even when I’m still unsure, 

I’m sure of this feels,
If I turn toward myself,
Everything changes, 

with idea confluence.

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