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A Place for Me

Often times I contemplate what is holding me back from simply going off from my life and walking

and walking and walking and not stopping until I find the place where I belong,

a place where the weak are strong and the forgotten are remembered.

If I were to drop my belongings and go about on my way not looking back then there is no way you

would be able to stop me with any of the games you play when others try to do this,

offering them money, fame, and fortune.

I want none of that.

If you were to offer me the most extravagant and luxurious palace in all of the country and world

and expect me to stop my search for a place that is rightly just

then understand that I would refuse your offer.

If you expect me to stop even if you try to give me all the money ever made by any mortal man or being I will refuse.

If you think you could bribe me with a new shiny car-toy that all the big executives are just dying

to have then you must understand that you simply don't understand me

for I would refuse.

You could offer me the most coveted of status, being known across the land by all and the envy of any

person in their right-might and I would continue my walk,

my search for a better place.

I can't be bought out by any item of material possession, because the things of material possession

in this world don't matter to me.

If you really wanted me to stop walking then only one thing would you have to do:

Show me a place where the weak are finally strong, the poor are finally comfortable, the shunned

finally acknowledged, the forgotten finally remembered, the oppressed finally justified, the hated finally loved, the rejected finally accepted, the hungry finally fed.

Show me this place, and then I will stop walking,

For I will have found a place for me.

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Oct 4, 2012
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