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Citizen’s look with a wanderer’s mark,
Days are not bright, and the nights are not dark.
Started exploring
The limitless bound’ries of wisdom.
I hoped for a time, but got missing for good,
Struggling with fear of being misunderstood,
Searching for something
That never has been in that kingdom.
In the pursuit of conformity, losing my freedom.

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I’m my own among strangers,
Stranger among my own.
Will I ever find the place
I can call my home?

Tried for too long to abide in that frame,
Doing it like them, but I’m not the same.
And I’ve never been—
So one day I started to see it.
Push through the faces
And break through the chain.
Like sand through the fingers,
Just precious remain:
Those standing firm—
They will never fail; I believe it.
Only those people
Whose big “L” does not stand for “Limit.”

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I’m my own among strangers,
Stranger among my own.
Will I ever see the face
I have always known?

I’m my own among strangers,
Stranger among my own.
Will I ever find the place
I can call my home?