I, The Poet - Lone Traveler Blues

My heart belongs to the moon

She sings to it a song as old as time

The melancholic loneliness of rising

To the challenge and the joy that

Hangs in the balance of a job well done

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They say you make your own luck

And so then I am very fortunate

I weave my own destiny tightly

Like the spider which weaves its web

In between the light fixtures in my kitchen

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I let opportunity knock at its hardest at my door

For once I answer it and hold out open arms

I welcome the challenge of world unknown to me

A stranger in a strange land; out of my depth and

Holding out a hand with an open palm

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It feels full here even if I am alone on this journey

A pilgrimage of the soul no one will understand

Everyone underestimates

And the common denominator has no knowledge of

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