Look for peace in a crowd.
Quiet but I'm still loud.
Silence blades sirens.
Throws me into something.
I can't believe I'm fighting.|
From a rock to a gravel.
The road I have travelled.
Bits that make a big.
Found a place in me to exist.
Restless like rivers.
Feels that give shivers.
I have it all in me.
Will you believe me?
What am I?

I'd find me when I'm with me.
I'll loose me as soon as I'd find me.
I see pictures.
I read scriptures.
Which is the best way to be?
I'll never be able to convince me.
I kept my destination unchanged.
But the map to it I never made.
Will you believe me?
What am I?

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