My life may sound incredible
but it\'s all I\'ve known, or seen
the camp cultivated this tarnished soul,
that I can now afford to clean.
I ponder the dearth of my former life.
where a dollar made a man rich.
still in the dark in my American home,
with no hope to find the switch.
Still trapped in my mind after 5 years,
I can\'t seem to make a friend.
they send me to therapy every week,
though my soul is too broken to mend.
My thoughts don\'t float to Nepal
because the camp wasn\'t home to me.
I don\'t exist they told me once,
I fight it, but can\'t disagree.
13 years no bread, just rice
I stole, I cheated, I thrived?
My life would have continued this way
until at last, in camp, I died.
13 years of sharp solitude
diminished my stature and call.
though still lonely, I carve my path
because I once had no path at all.