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I Am Poem

I am a nomad.

I wonder what happens to a soul when someone dies.

I hear a mosquito zzzz close by my ear.

I see a future bright and filled with coffee.

I want to want to be organized.

I am a runner and talker.


I pretend to be tired.

I feel nostalgia for playing manhunt and not having to wake up for work early.

I touch my beard when bored.

I worry about not worrying about the future.

I cry when thinking about past loves and regret my actions.

I am a dreamer.


I understand I am simple but complex at the same time.

I say a word to my internal god-that-i-made-up.

I dream a dream that never ends.

I try all types of foods, even insects.

I hope I can return home.

I am a caterpillar that has yet to transform into a butterfly.










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