Identity
Identity
What a strange word
It exists for those with longings
for the mystical past.
The world has many cultures
it is easy to get lost
in the wilderness called identity
without, one is a cloud in the sky
varies according to the weather.
Wouldn`t that be wonderful
to belong to no one but oneself.
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