MYSELF

I am a voyager, 
Of lands unknown, 
And I have wares
And knowledge 
To disseminate. 

I am a feeble person 
My strength comes from 
An internal sunburst, 
But it waxes and wanes, 
Is it eternal?
I really cannot know. 

I have this platform 
This stage 
So I say 
My real words. 

This life has been 
Eventful. 
And yet, 
So quiet. 

I say that from brax 
Listening to petanq 
On a kawaii cushion,
Enjoying 
A medium body temperature. 
With fluids and fuels in my stomach. 

I live for the gasoline of 
New age ideas. 

But I tread lightly 
Because they told me 
Their precious secrets. 

Which is why I 
Feel so safe!

Everyone above all
Desires 
A non mortgage home,
A cheap meal.

So, 
We're all the same. 

It's always been too hard, 
But I found it easy. 
So it's easy to lose 
Perspective. 

So much 
Of what we dream 
Is not possible. 

I'm a lioness
Drinking milk. 

What does that make me?
It's not my decision. 
That's too impossible. 

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