On my own I am but not alone.
Neither lost…but home within a home.
Study my words if you care to,
vicariously examine what I own.
Peace of mind secured in knowledge
not of man the kind all too well known.
The reasons surrounding joy and pain
enveloped in what matters the most.
A sound fertile mind grows in light.
The confused one lingers in darkness.
The tree of life has its place rooted
deep within me defined with purpose.
Examine mine and why I may well be;
despised for not being like the rest.
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