I guess there's a fragment of my existence
My soul, my mind and my body
That keep craving for something
Something, that might be freedom, salvation or just opposite... Fixation.

Something that keeps me rooted
Something that never let me get attached
Something that doesn't matter
Something that is most precious.

I keep lingering, wondering
If I deserve this eternal push and pull
If I have created this destitute
If I ever will be through...

Here I crave for freedom
Here I crave for roots
Here I crave serenity
Here I crave tantivy.