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Nomad

I wander because I belong nowhere Can’t put roots down When I’m low on spares I’ll just drive one or two towns Just go where the wind blows Migrate from home to home Permanent residence is not meant for me I’m built to roam Run free, maybe turn the lights on Get to know myself better than before Better in a car then somewhere unknown I’m used to shifting floors I grant myself less Let my efforts go for free Give till I have nothing left It’s my way of trying to make my plea Now I’m drowning in the rivers I keep jumping I’m wearing so many faces I don’t really know which one to be They all seem empty to me Stay and make me believe For once someone is fighting for me Don’t know how many more I can see leave I can’t be friends with disappointment, can’t you see

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Date: 4/20/2017 11:11:00 PM
THIS is not just YOU - 'tis most of us! the world's changing - nay! has changed! cheer up ... man's alone in the wide world! CANNY.
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