The Art of Not Belonging
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a short poem for missing souls

The Art of Not Belonging

I blindly walk through a path of uncertainty.

All the places I have been were not enough to make me stay a little longer,

All the people I've met never gave me the feeling of settlement.

So in these roads I walk alone,

here my soul can wander freely and recklessly.

My fire can ignite brightly no one will burn from me.

As I pass by the imprinted name of my spectators

In this path I blindly and slowly stroll through,

the uncertainty is at liberty,

I do not belong, but I am free

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