Catlike,content curled up,
Book in hand, with opened eyes.
Still like a starry night, a comfortable silence.
Hiding in a wall of words.
A natural sense of clever wit.
Yearning for a sense of flight,
Bright like a ray of sunshine
On a rainy day.
Oh deep-thinker, head in the clouds.
Worn down shoe soles of a new soul.
Treat the earth as your map.
Undiscovered and stuck in a paper town.
Drive with limits, further each time.
Like a bird leaving her nest.
A wreath of scars, worn proudly.
Soft as clouds.
Lost, but never confused.
A undiscovered direction, awaiting finding.
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