I feel the quiet ignorance
I know nothing in this foriegn land
I'm reading children's books
Looking for a nirple
A guide to hold my hand
As I walk blindly through the streets
Everything is new to me
Discovering the beauty
in being nothing
to no one
Except me
and the creator whom I cannot see
I stumble from place to place
Hoping in passing
to hear a word of familiarity
This is vulnerability
like nothing I've seen
I am 'Velky' again
except no mother to latch onto
Finally nothing else matters
but the importance of food, water, and sleep
a roof over my head
It is lonely but teaches me to be free
to find harmony
with open eyes
and mind
the silent traveler
a grain of sand in the sea
a speck of snow on the mountains
Love the journey
the Journey is Me!
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