Maiden Voyage
Here I am out to sea
To the waters ahead
Treated as predictable
Lines and layers
Of boxes and stereotypes
How badly I want to label myself
But these waters are rough
These waters are different
Did they tell me wrong?
That this sea would be calm?
Perhaps that is why
My mind is an internal hell
Of sympathetic thoughts
To the struggles around me
That I do and do not know
These waters are rough
They are not calculated nor deception
So why should I act
To understand it
These waters are rough
But I can still see a faint reflection
Of my face in the sea
Never lost in these people
But forever lost in my mind.
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