Often questioning the ‘who one is?’
Until one day with good intention
He set off to unearth his cause
And not be bypassed by convention
After meeting many changing minds
Talking openings and closings
Reflecting how unfair life is
Around the sundries and supposing’s
Frustrated by constraints on change
In spite of finding much anew
That proved the need to disregard
The pointless point of view
On returning having found his way
Much acquired revealed by stealth
In circles spinning round and round
He never found more than himself
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