Sitting on a piece of wood,
staring out in the fog,
I’m going through my childhood.
When I was a little girl,
growing up in the city of Tehran,
I didn’t know what life was.
As I grew older and saw the faces,
I realized it was just a fuzz.
Faces told me different things
emotions mixed with thoughts
Had no clue what life brings.
Crossing the Atlantic,
I moved to a different life
Faces changed along with dreams
I no longer knew who I was.
Time was flying fast,
memories were no longer near
the world was turning in full blast.

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