Forage

Searching for me in the crowd?

Random faces is all you get.

Start looking in the solitude.

I was never meant to fit in.

Neither far nor distant is where I am.

It’s just a place we talk less about.

The true world is a cruel place,

that ain’t my home…

The honest sphere of your life is my dwelling

Your flattery may help my anxiety

but your honest regards would make me a better person.

Not too complex to understand.

You are just looking at the wrong side,

listen to me for once.

And you will know the story of my beautiful melancholy.

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