Just when you do
all is lost.
In the corner,
on the street,
under the covers,
a mystery to be found.
On my walls
in my dreams
all I see
are wanted posters for me.

Don’t worry who you are,
for many feel an orphan
just in need of roots.
Travel down the stem,
beneath the surface
where everything lies,
a pond of talents awaits.
Drink the water,
receive many riches.

Life is a change
constant as seasons,
cold and unknown,
in need of sweetened sun
that washes negative images aside.


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