I'm just a man, a poet, and a tarot reader,

I follow signals, and I'm educated,

I'm thirty, my foundation has been built, capable of many things,

But I'm still a single person, a container, limited,

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Specializations, ability points,

Sometimes I'm not the right person for the job, the world is there, so big,

Sometimes it gets in the way,

I drink iced tea, I smell flowers, and I love faeries,

Looking at it from here, it’s dark and shady, does he have fangs, oh dear me,

In the sunlight he changes,

But that stinky swamp,

I can smell it from here,

I live in a box, there’s a barrier,

But all these people, I guess it’s real…