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Most of my dreams are inhabited by a struggling man,
who finds himself lost in a strange large bustling city
where no one offers a map or is willing to help.
But being lost seems comfortable--he doesn’t expect help
because there is always something familiar about that city
and he senses he can be a resourceful independent man.
So he walks or drives all around the streets of the dark city,
and somehow finds his destination without the aid of help,
becoming a cousin to smug, the sardonic smiling man;
for a man must help himself, regardless of the city.
Posted over at dVerse Poets #FFA
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