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I must ask myself, who are my people,
by whom do I define this life’s journey,
on the mezzo cammin’ up the steep hill,
who must climb with me, who should concern me?

Is tribe defined by family connection
or by similarity of interest?
shared passion or blood ties: which does know best
the path of my pulse, my heart’s direction?

But at the end of the day, why bother
if life is ultimately lived alone,
and the destination always unreached?

If no one asked me to tell my story
then my journey’s hollow, echoless tone
would leave all walls between two hearts unbreached.

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