I walk barefoot always to leave
tracks so someone may find me,
unwind me from the blue chaos
that minds me.
I walk with my head up always,
searching for clarity, for meaning,
for love (that shit’s deceiving),
ways to feel
and not feel,
ways to deal
and not deal.
Where do I fit in in this whirlwind world?
Why am I who I am and not who I’m not?
Is my fate written in the stars?
Does it swim in the clear blue sea?
Who is me? Who is we?
Am I free?
Can I be?
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