Nat S Ford (natf) wrote,
Nat S Ford
natf

Somehow it seems
that nowhere am I needed.
People laugh,
fingers point;
they don't seem to see
the pain they inflict.
If only I could find
someone,
somewhere,
to appreciate me
as me,
not as the ideal,
but an individual.
I am a social hobo,
forever travelling,
"no fixed abode,"
until
one day
I belong.
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