guidance is a guised dance and alone is unbalanced
assumed in error to be parents on a glance
flat hands touched toward a cruel chance
a lone in some ways much more than most
outward not known to boast
invevitable greive my own ghost
thru all these places i coast
many times denied feeling I fit: a place all mine
my life defined, not space but time and mind
myself assigned a spot I'd surely shine
Presently, pleasantly & perfectly unsure
motivation wont stur lost w/o any cure
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