Knowing where the errors are
Makes them easier to fix
Finding dischord in his step
Lets him know he's real
He never met someone
He did not understand
Mayhap not completely
But still part of them somehow
How he wishes they understood
What makes him tick inside
That they could plainly see
His warm, yet jaunting heart
The things that make him spin
His wheels upon the earth
Cutting up such a path
That makes a difficult climb
Where he was headed
Was always quite the mystery
He kept those thoughts away
From everyone by and large
Fear of his own vulnerability
Posted like some wayward map
A map with footprints in the sand
All of them leading to some greater place
Though to where they walk
Is surely still a quandary
For if he simply knew how
Certain he would have tried
To escape the fears by now
And wash away the doubt
He prays these things inside
For they must be escaped
If he's ever to find his tide
The story that has yet to be complete
The inner chiming of his oft repented soul
How he came to be the endless one
And how He dreams upon someone
Oh how it always ends you see
With emotions and memories galore
The half that makes him whole
Is some burning bush cliche
For things he filled his heart with
They never made him whole
His only claim to new thought
Is his contentment in the unknown
What springs forth upon him
From the waning darkness
Or out of some bright, familiar light
To trust the plan completely
Giving all life upon his maker
The cards, they sort them self today
No longer need he shuffle
He plays the hand he was given
Mayhap one see his honest smile
And understand the laughter
in those bright and brilliant eyes
For he knows no more sorrows
Only dreaming to where it goes
To make his heart stop its flutter
and find its final resting bow
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