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Among rocks, I am the loose one,
Never conforming to the rules of others.
I seldom seem to cease my constant wandering
Even when confronted by all my brothers.
Among leaves, I am the loose one,
Constantly following whereever the wind may blow,
Never lingering to be trampled underfoot
By those who fail to appreciate life's soft glow.
Among screws, I am surely a loose one,
But I cannot comprehend a better place to live.
For, within my mind I can travel to distant places
While sanity is merely for the unimaginative.