I roam, a thousand miles from nowhere, yet grasping onto reality of myself. I know I exist, even though I may appear lost…

A thousand miles from nowhere

Walking in circles and back

No sense of direction whatsoever

Like a needle lost in a haystack.

A thousand miles from nowhere

And nowhere I shall proceed to go

Of all the friends I wished to see

Miles out of sight — none to greet hello.

A thousand miles from nowhere

And lost may I wander free

A thousand miles from nowhere,

Yet I know where I am, you see?

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