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BEWILDERED

I am not but a living chunk of dust

I am like a stray dog in the lion’s territory

I choose to be what I’m not

I am being set on a program run by a divine intelligence

I am a celestial body moving on course with no destination

Behind is unsettled and ahead is unclear

My location is unknown

I seem to be lost; off course

A motherless child brought up by the Zanga

I was once made to believe every one has an origin

Now I doubt

From where do I head out? I know not

To where am I headed? It’s a puzzle…

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