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The things I know are few
How to love to play the piano
How to find my home
I know I love my family
And that's about all I know
I don't know what I want
It varies minute to moment
I don't know who I am
I fight with myselves a lot
I don't know where I'm going
My path is erratic with transient tangents
but I know where I belong
And I can't get there
This is why I rage and weep
Longing only to sleep-and dream
That I am home-
April 2006- Ryn Walters