Perhaps you've never visited
The place, I call "Myself."
It's a journey I've never gone on,
Because I put "Me"
Up on the shelf.
Through all of my time travels,
I've always wished to go
Though the tunnels of life
Circled in a path
I wandered,
To, and from.
In the circle
I found acceptance
That it's fine to just be me
I also found great sadness,
In who supposedly
Created "Me."
If a serpent willgather
Among the youngest of its prey
Do I dare wonder,
Why I am on this day?
The greatest of man
Carry burdens of stone
I feel I am worthy,
But so, not alone.
The alikeness of childhood
Cries on its own.
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