In the difficult process of discovering myself
I had often to revise my maps
Encountering new continents and skies
Just as I was settling in
Something was always welling up
In my limbs and the back
In my limbs and the back
Of my head would start to glow
And I'd be off again to find
The lost people of my origin
How could what was inside me
Not be as various as everything
Around me orphaned as the world
Searching for a friend to find me
And smiling recognize me in himself
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