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I have been searching,

For a name, for a bracket.

Unbeknownst to mine eyes,

I was already categorized.

Absurd and day-dreamer -

Was I called? Out of the world?

My name wasn’t enough,

I required something more,

A powerful place perhaps,

And now I look up to things,

Where once I wished to look down.

The laws of karma gently seeps,

In the way of the bright and dull,

Turning the ugly to beautiful,

The vices to virtues, and rises.