kontroverza

I walk through oceans, cold and wide,
With nothing but regret as guide.
The forests claw, the meadows sting,
Each step I take is punishing.

I walk through cities, lights that burn,
Reminding me of no return.
My feet are bleeding, still I go,
A penance for the life I chose.

Across the deserts, endless sand,
I carry shame in both my hands.
Through mountain winds that cut my skin,
I learn the cost of what has been.

But every mile, I start to see,
The one I chase was never me.
The pain, the scars, the blood, the flame,
They burn away the weight of blame.

And when the world is under me,
I’ll find the truth I failed to see:
The pain becomes my own release,
The journey ends where I find peace.