I don’t need your yellowed maps
For I’m not lost.
I left the trailhead long ago
In search of scorching magic,
Fire, and freedom.
I don’t need your midnight prayers
For I’m not lost.
I left the straight and narrow
In search of succulent beauty,
Life, and freedom.
Save those worried maps and prayers
For I’m not lost.
I’m a traveler, a wonder
And at last I’ve found my name,
My voice, and freedom.
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