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What Makes Me

I’m yearning for things I don’t need,
Striving for things I don’t believe.
Blown apart in the waves of the sea,
Trying to find what makes me.
 
Together like a puzzle, piece by piece,
Counting the family, niece by niece.
Lost in a muddle, my hands, my feet.
Trying to find what makes me.
 
They say be yourself, wild and free,
You can be anything you want to be!
Just let me go; fall to my knees;
For a disaster of a recipe,
That’s what makes me.

(2013)

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