The shock of awareness in my new destination
Hurt plenty but healed with inquisitive ways
Venturing further than others choose
At the newest of edges I fed on the splash
Of fashion and artistic means but no cash
I missed my old family back on the farm
I returned to the nearest encampment near home
A far cry from city life, hollow, forlorn
My practical skills barely kept me afloat
But my faith in my future was a seaworthy boat
Of enthusiastic and laughter-filled breaks to which
Offices, blue collar bars can't relate.
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