The Person Somewhere
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I hold the papers in my hand, looking over the words with glossy eyes.

The Person Somewhere

I hold the papers in my hand,

Looking over the words with glossy eyes.

These came from somewhere else,

Somewhere far away.

The person somewhere saw me,

And saw someone aimless.

My eyes hurt.

I don't want to read these anymore.

Conflicting sentences,

Contradicting each other.

I'm so close to figuring it out.

The perfect formula.

I must find it.

I'm searching,

My eyes are burning.

Where do I draw the line?

Where do I draw the line? Is this wrong?

I'm so desperate to succeed.

They saw me,

The person somewhere.

They told me:

I was wandering in nowhere,

That I had to find them.

Follow the formula.

I liked wandering.

What do you want from me?

What mold should my words fit?

Nothing seems to work.

Is it not good enough for you yet?

Am I simply missing the mark?

These constrictions,

These restrictions,

What are they meant to do?

The person somewhere,

They told me it'd make me perfect.

They'd make me a sensation.

They'd make me famous.

Instead,

I'm walking in circles.

The person somewhere,

They told me I had to find them.

What if I want to stay nowhere?

These rules,

These rules of somewhere,

Are too complicated for me.

I put the papers down,

My eyes are still stinging.

I let the pain float away,

Sitting in nowhere contently.

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