It isn’t always the same
I don’t belong here.
I don’t belong there.
I am on a journey with no end.
I have no destination.
I used to know the direction,
Sometimes my path overlaps with one already traveled
I end up in a dizzy circle or tangent off for a while
Consistency is not familiarized with me
As I do quite a bit of traveling, nothing carries through.
Where to go, when I forget where I’m from?
A language fathomed from my mind.
Do I speak a dialect of my own?
My words, what do they bind?
Daringly I make a leap.
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