and i'm writing this

It feels like something inside me just somehow unnoticed
and somehow unspoken
never meant to hide anything
but somehow hiding seems to be a pleasant way to escape

I may not like to face what really is in my heart
but I realise that it is not remain unknown
It may be unexplored
but Someone has discovered it

I am found
but now I'm lost?
Non-sense

One would always come back
the path has been walked
and the trace is lighted
it is always easy to come back

just with a humble heart
and broken arrogance
a willingness to see deeply
with insight that the way may have been mistakenly chosen

and i still think it is pride.