In search of me
I fell victim to the stereotypes of others
I looked past the shores of circumstance
To find substance where truth and fiction
Change places at a whim

I reached out for answers
To questions that didn’t exist
To find meaning in the ones that do
I evolved not out of chance nor fear
But to recognize my face in the mirror

My actions didn’t always coincide
With the things that I believe
My convictions were occasionally afterthoughts
To the things that I achieved

But as my path outlined my direction
I find that I’m coming back home
My past becomes my present
My dreams no longer alone

As I reach beyond my grasp
I view an endless sea
I’m right back where I started
In search of me…

by Fred Cuellar the Diamond Guy®

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