I take the beauty of mankind in small doses
For their potent actions and words
Send me hurtling through space, every time

A mind in warp drive
Can be of no use
I’ll converse in the motions
Giving few words of worth

I am seldom, in the here and the now
While friends speak freely of their paths

I am barely alive
With wide-eyes tearful and far

Always yearning to cling
To thrive in the soil
Fulfilled

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