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Again I want to go
Minimal things in my space
Memories, dreams put on hold
Running, I?m not running
The nomadic me

Cry, kick, in a ball I push away.
I hide myself in a darkness of light
No closet, no music no songs
Leave me to be free
The nomadic me

Memories like the rainstorm
Showing my fears.
I will not be vulnerable
I am the mask, don?t se the brokenness
The nomadic me

Sunglasses, hat, skirt, tennis shoes,
and last but not least smile.
It is what is seen on the outside
Can?t sit still, can?t leave, wanting to do both.
The nomadic me

Mirror, bar?, thinking of silent tears running
Down a solemn face.
No one knows my dancer?s spirit is shattered.
It has always been my place of safety.
The nomadic me

Morning songs and singing
Love of a childhood friend
Knowing I don?t fit in and am very
Proud to stand out.
The nomadic me

The prick of the pins and razors cut sharp
Into my heart and flesh.
I don?t understand and I don?t want to.
I just want to stop the pacing.  Maybe today.
Maybe tomorrow.  Maybe now.  Maybe then.
Only time will tell.
The nomadic me.