I am nobody
My words mean nothing
I am a ghost
Running out of time
No education
No home
In this severed nation
No evolution flows
From this simple
Un-magic pen
But I'm on my way
To Guthrie
An obscure cradle
Of the human mind
Which sprang forth
Through insanity
From perfect eyes
Who were surely blind
But grew to see
All that was meant to be
I came to walk
In your tiny footsteps
To breathe your air
I came in search of simplicity
To know that you too
Were once a dreamer
That you were once, me
In Guthrie
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