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Identity

Lost inside a world,
So many inside my mind.
I search and search
For a way back.
They say there is one,
I am supposed to find.

So I wonder,
Wander...far and wide.
To corners
Of this world of mine.
I poke and nudge and prod away,
Turning every stone
On my way.

Perhaps there is no purpose,
Neither is there a way out.
In my mind...I lose my mind,
I can hear myself shout.
And still...I reckon there is a path
To where I need go.
Once again...I get started
It must go on...the show.

I know not
What it is that I seek.
But a treasure it is,
I’ve heard them speak.
Perhaps...it is why I disappear
Into my little world of words.
Write myself a path,
And so with purpose I roam.
This world gives me identity
The words...always bring me home.

#NaPoWriMo #AtoZChallenge

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