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Early and often, I was often on Another plane, or terrain, or I created a zone. And in my new home, I would often roam… Roam alone in a world that I was probably on. I let it be known, that the Earth was my home, Even though they looked at me like I was horribly wrong. My origin never changed, so my answer stayed the same. After we exchanged names… I’m probably gone. I often thought that they were errantly drawn Suckered into playing games that could never be won. I could never be one. So I chose to paint a path and live a life that has yet to be born. A depiction of a world that has yet to be drawn. Though I know it’s in the belly and its ready to come. If you can feel it… ball up your fingers, tuck in your thumbs. Raise up you hand and say… We will no longer run!