Broken Trees Fill the Path

May 16, 2018

I'm not as lost as think.

I do things my way and no other.

I am my own leader.

I'm not alone for I have my own.

My own body.

My own heart.

My own thoughts.

Crazy as it seems, I am more sane than any.

Believe what you want but I more on path than you.

I'm more lost than I think.

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