I’m not exactly a straight line.
And not exactly - zigzag.
I’d like to think that I’m airplane,
But in the flying - I sucked.
I’m not exactly a grass root,
And in no way am a tree.
I wish I could say that I wavy,
But I'm a dotted line on the street.
I am totally foggy and ravaged
By tsunami of current events.
I am a justifiable scavenger,
And, I am probably trying to vent.
I’m so lost and so wish to be found
By a man with a compassionate soul.
I don’t care if he is even a nihilist.
I am so torn, and just want to be whole.
I m not exactly a strait line
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