It isn't where he's been,
But what he's learned
Exhausted from how it all could've happened or what wasn't
If he reliedon approval, He wouldn't be much to greet
They've tried to make him happy,
But all that's done is make it worse
What gives, when the foundation has lost its composure,
Giving weight to the heft of self-sufficiency
The way it is because that's what's happened,
Enigmatic, yet buoyed by remaining as gentle of spirit as possible
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