On this...the first day......i thought that i knew...
all their is for me to grow...
I shouldn't have been here....in this place..
where polite strangers gather and pretend to contemplate...
what it is..... they may share..
for theirs is not the same..... and i so need a resting place.

This journey of mine....this quest dujour..is not of their concern...
I grow......... wary.
i'd rather grow my own way..... but these walls ...
they grow closer.......
i am unsettled by their advances.
My heart-aches.... from their pretentious presence....
I long for a place called home... 
for theirs' is not the same.
and I'll soon need to rest.

Tell-tale signs are these.... but i am too unerved to move..
..too afraid to grow alone... .............so i come to this place..
where my voice .....remains muted...echoeing only chants-dujour
where I long for true-nature's bosom...
my tears keep my hope-spring moist.

And though i dare not share this truth......... i know ....
...we are.... of the same root
We share the same trunk....which clings to Mother earth...
We breathe the same air .........Gods' whisper........ since birth
But their hearts refuse to see...
...a long-standing truth..about me...
 a branch on Humanitys' tree
who.....so needs to rest.


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