My Niche
I certainly
Don’t want to be
A raindrop falling aimlessly
Pushed by the breeze,
I will appease
The bad weathermen forgeries
What is my role?
What is my goal?
Am I a fish meant for the shoal?
I am a vine
Searching sunshine
In its pursuit I will grow fine
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