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My fault

I'm not sure what has changed me,
but I have.....

Ideas that have been set into my soul,
no longer grow.

I don't care if my house is clean,
I don't care if its someone to please,
I'm not mean, Life to me, a tease.

The importance I place,
living a life of no disgrace.

No material thing can make me happy,
what I really want is sappy.

Take me to a place full of nature,
show me things I've never seen,
can I do this...if all I do is clean?

Where do we place our boundaries?
Then ask why?

Life is a beautiful source of happiness,
I've tried to conform, I've tried to be perfect....
but in this world...
there is no such thing. I want to do things
that make my soul
SING! ! !

This is my fault,
probably why I soar alone, I'm not needing
a place to call home! ! !

I'm guess I'm just better off
when I roam! !

poem by JAR Poet
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