In the wilderness of being;
In the depths of man’s despair;
Like a tropical paradise you appeared.

I stopped and tasted your manna,
My tongue eager to listen
And devour concepts that answered my questions.

But more questions were born by you;
More confusion than clarity;
And then you locked the door and I was shut out.

Gaining the key once more, I saw
That you stole my identity,
And didn’t like it when I questioned motives!

So you closed your door once again.
And I now clearly recognise,
That we are not the same – and never could be.

The world is full of mirages.
I must keep my eyes open
And realise there are good reasons why I don’t fit.

 

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